#but like chuuya man. come on. why do you keep bringing up dazai

[tittysuckersworld]

why are you, as a man, bringing up a man thats not related to the conversation that youve only seen twice since he dissappeared for 4 years. why are you bringing him up? to angrily ramble about him? when hes not even in the conversation? when hes barely related to the topic? is it cause hes on your mind? huh?

[sskk-manifesto]

(´･ᴗ･ ` )

[osarina]

ᡣ𐭩 EAT IT 'TIL YOUR TEETH ROT!

FEATURING: dazai osamu, fyodor dostoevsky, nikolai gogol, suehiro tecchou & jouno saigiku, nakahara chuuya

SUMMARY: oral with the bsd boys! (wordcount: 4k; ņsfw; fem!reader; lowercase intentional/notes app smut ahaha; more warnings at the start of each section!)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: plsss someone help me with this divider issue i beg, why can't i use dividers on my fics (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ i got carried away on chuuya's <.<

DAZAI OSAMU

fem!receiving, edging (650 wc)

your breath is shaky, eyes sliding shut as your thighs tremble, keeping them spread apart. one buck of your hips, your thighs clamping down around his head, even letting a moan spill from your lips, and you would lose.

dazai is having the time of his life. you can feel the way his lips curl up into a wide smile against your cunt, the tip of his tongue tracing circles between your folds. you long to bury your hand in his dark curls and force him down between your thighs, burying his face between your folds, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of winning again.

your breath catches as he flicks his tongue over your clit, lips parting in a silent moan. but instead of keeping the pressure on, dazai pulls back, brown eyes peering up at you through his lashes, deceptively innocent.

“did you say something?” he asks, leaning his cheek against your inner thigh as he watches you. 

“osamu,” you warn, but your tone was far less threatening than you intend for it to be considering you’re breathless and it’s tinged with an embarrassing amount of neediness.

“bella,” he coos, “you’re making this so difficult for us both. just agree, and we’ll both get to feel good, yeah?”

difficult for us both, you want to scoff at his words. you can see the sick enjoyment thinly veiled beneath the faux-sympathy—he’s enjoying this, watching you squirm as he edges you over and over again, and that pisses you off even more.

but there isn’t much more of this you can take. your head feels hazy and your vision is blurry—if you look to the clock sitting on his desk, you know it would say it’s nearly seven o’clock, the sun setting long ago. the two of you have been at an impasse for nearly an hour now and-

“fine!” you spit out as dazai’s warm breath ghosts over your cunt again. “fine, i’ll do your goddamn paperwork, you lazy piece of-“

dazai doesn’t even hesitate, pressing his open mouth back against your cunt and sliding his tongue between your folds. this time, you let your thighs clamp down around his head and your hand fly down to grip his dark locks, pressing his face down impossibly closer against you as your back arches up off his desk.

dazai moans shamelessly against you, hands coming up to hold your thighs as he buries his face into your cunt, fucking his tongue deep into you once before sliding up to focus on your clit.

dazai is exceptionally good at using his tongue—usually, he uses it for nefarious means, like talking circles around kunikda until the man gets frustrated enough to storm off or antagonizing chuuya to the point of the port mafia executive erupting, but every once in a while, he puts it to good use.

like now.

you think it should be humiliating how quickly your hips are stuttering against his face, how you’re so quickly breathing out his name, how your mind becomes muddled and empty of anything but the feeling of his hands and his tongue, but you can’t bring yourself to care. 

“osamu,” you gasp. “osamu, i’m close, i’m-“

dazai sucks gently at your clit, teeth grazing the sensitive bud, and you’re gone. your jaw falls slack and your stomach tightens, hips jerking up and thighs tightening, as you come undone on his tongue.

he lets you ride out the waves of your high, tongue lazily sliding beneath your folds as he laps up all of your cum, careful not to let a single drop go to waste.

as soon as you‘ve mostly settled down, heart still racing and ears still ringing, he leans back.

his eyes are lidded and his cheeks are flushed pink, lips swollen and wet—utterly debauched as he stared up at you. 

“one day, you’ll let me die between these thighs, bella.”

•••

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

male!receiving (850 wc)

you smile softly as you press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, relishing in the way it instinctively jumps at your touch, reacting in a way that the cool and collected man above you certainly will not.

fyodor’s long, thin fingers toy with your hair as you nuzzle your nose into his thigh. he’s more focused on the computer screens in front of him that gives him a bird’s eye view of the events happening yokohama, but every once in a while you can feel the way his fingers pause in their ministrations, proving that you have a bit more of his attention than he’d care to admit.

“fedya,” you murmur, glancing up at him from where you’re kneeling but he barely spares you a glance, frowning at something on the screen. 

you sigh dramatically, turning your attention back to where you had managed to free his cock from its confines. you never thought you’d describe a cock as pretty before you saw his for the first time, but it is. it stands tall and pale with a pretty, leaky pink tip that you can never stop yourself from poking at with your tongue, a vein on its underside that you can never stop yourself from tracing. 

you hum softly as you lean in again to do just that, letting the tip of your tongue trace up the underside of his cock along the vein before letting your lips close gently around the tip of his cock, flattening your tongue against the beading precum.

fyodor’s thighs tense beneath your hands. your eyes gleam, peeking up to see him glancing down at you, an unreadable look in his purple eyes. 

he doesn’t tell you to stop. so you don’t.

reverting your attention back to the job at hand, you let your eyes flutter shut as you take fyodor deeper into your mouth, lips sliding down his cock. your eyes water a bit as your throat adjusts to the stretch—taking fyodor all the way down your throat is always a struggle—but you hear the quiet noise that slips from his lips and immediately, you’re blessed with a newfound willpower because fyodor dostoevsky’s moans might be the prettiest sound in the whole world, and the rarest, but you are determined to hear them tonight.

“temptress,” you hear him sigh. “i indulge in you far too much.” 

your hands slide against his thighs as you shift on your knees to get a better angle, and you feel his fingers slide against your hair, caressing you in a way that makes you want to melt into him. 

you force your eyes back open as you lift your head up, watching as he tilts his head back, lips parted in a silent moan. you kiss up his length messily, and you think that you could spend an eternity on your knees in front of him worshipping his cock if it meant you’d be blessed with the symphony of his soft, breathy moans and gasps. 

sinking your mouth back down around him, your tongue teases his slit before swirling around his length. you feel his cock twitch in your mouth, hips bucking slightly—and you know he’s close. you take him all the way down your throat, only sheer willpower stopping you from gagging around his length, but your efforts prove worthwhile when you hear a choked, obscene moan escape fyodor’s lips at the sudden feeling of your tight throat spasming around him. 

his thighs tense again, fingers pressing just a bit more firmly against the back of your head as he spills his cum down your throat with no warning. you hum around him, swallowing every drop before pulling off of his cock with a pop, tongue darting out to lick your lips as you look up at him.

his expression is fond, if not a little flushed as he holds his hand out to you, beckoning you to join him on his chair. 

you take his hand, letting him help you up from the floor and into his lap, and you shudder when you feel his cock slide against your panties as you settle against his chest, still half hard. you move to try to subtly grind your hips but his hands snap to your waist firmly, keeping you still.

he clicks his tongue in a chiding manner. “insatiable,” he murmurs, cool lips grazing your neck as he leans down to brush them against your skin. “but you have to wait this time, things are finally getting… interesting.” 

you turn your head to the side to look over your shoulder at him, noticing that he’s watching one of the upper screens with rapt fascination. following his gaze, you see a timer counting down from two minutes, and his finger hovering over a button that you know will override the cancellation command should it be hit. 

you lay your head down against his shoulder and mourn, because you think this is going to be the longest two minutes of your life. 

•••

NIKOLAI GOGOL

fem!receiving, a bit of blood play and pain play, nikolai is so debauched & i love it (850 wc)

nikolai buries his face between your thighs like a man whose been starved for weeks. he’s sloppy, rough, ravenous. he bites your inner thighs so hard that you bleed, and then he licks it up, face smeared with a depraved mixture of spit, cum and blood. 

your breath is shaky as he looks up at you with eyes that are so wide and adoring that it almost looks unfitting on such a crude scene. you reach down, fingers grazing his cheek, and he leans into your touch so instinctually that it makes you want to pull him up and devour him yourself—but instead, you press two fingers to his lower lip and watch as he takes them into his mouth, making a show of lewdly sucking them, eyes fluttering shut and tongue swirling around the digits. you press down hard on his tongue and he moans, high-pitch and whiny, hips instinctively jerking to grind against the bed.

pulling your fingers back from his lips, nikolai doesn’t hesitate as he drops his head back down between your thighs. you let out a breathy sigh as he licks back along the bite on your thigh, lapping up the blood that had spilled while he was sucking your fingers.

your head falls back against your pillow as nikolai drags open mouthed kisses up your thigh to your cunt, eyelids heavy and lips parting. you gasp, feeling nikolai’s tongue sweep between your folds. 

the grip he has on your thighs borders on painful, and you know you’ll have marks in the shape of his fingerprints decorating them in the morning, but it feels good—the bruising grip, the stinging wound on your inner thigh, the feeling of his tongue circling your clit and his lips sliding against your cunt. he’s so messy, so eager, that you can barely think straight.

your fingers twist the sheets beneath you, back arching up off the bed as your hips jerk when nikolai sucks your clit—always playing the dangerous game with his teeth as he lets them graze the sensitive bud, just enough to let a shock run through your body.

he moans against you, loud and obscene as one of your hands fly from the bed to his hair while the other swings to cover your mouth, muffling the noise that nearly slipped through your lips.

a mistake, of course, because nikolai’s instantly reaching up to grab your wrist, pinning it down to the bed next to you. he doesn’t look up at you, too focused on fucking his tongue deep inside of you, nose nudging your clit. your thighs instinctively tighten around his head and you glance down when you hear him let out another muffled groan, this one even more whiny than the last, taking on a lilt that it only takes when he’s close to release, you can tell even with his face buried in your cunt.

“oh, fuck,” you breathe out, eyes widening when you see nikolai grinding his hips against the bed, desperate and erratic, trying to get himself off in time with you.

the sight of it sends a shock through your body, a gasp escaping your lips as you press the back of your head into the pillow, lashes fluttering and thighs trembling on either side of his head. you can feel heat spread through you like a wildfire, your hips instinctively jerking up to grind hard against his face. your wrist strains against his ironclad grip, squirming as his tongue drags in and out of your cunt over and over again.

he pants against you, wanton and shameless, hips snapping against the bed faster, each thrust timed perfectly with his tongue plunging in and out of you. your vision feels blurry and your thigh muscles burn as he tongue fucks you closer and closer to release. 

you try to tell him that you’re close, head falling to the side and saliva pooling at the corner of your lips—your head feels foggy and your body feels hit. the lewd sound of his moans and the creaking of the bed and the sloppy, wet sound of his tongue driving in and out of you, swiping up between your folds, flicking over your clit, it’s all too much for you. you can’t keep up. you’re pretty sure the warning comes out as a garbled slur of incomprehensible words.

your entire body seizes when you cum, thrashing in his hold, your free hand flying up to grab the pillow behind your head as you cry out his name. distantly, you realize that he must have cum too, you can feel the way his hips still against the bed after one last frantic thrust, you can hear the pornographic moans muffled against your cunt—god, he’s shameless, you think again as you lay limp against the bed, reeling from your intense orgasm. 

in your half-dazed state, you feel nikolai rest his cheek you thigh and say: “quiz time!” and you swear you might just suffocate him down there next time.

•••

JOUNO SAIGIKU & SUEHIRO TECCHOU

male!receiving, face fucking, jouno's a bit mean & guides you through it, 'princess' pet name (600 wc)

“that as deep as you can go?” 

jouno has the nerve to sound disappointed as you struggle to take tecchou’s cock down your throat. you want to glare at him, or spit out a vile string of words that would put his mouth to shame, but you can barely even breathe with your lips and throat being stretched like this. 

your nails are biting into tecchou’s tense thighs as you try to keep yourself steady, and you can hear the man breathing heavy above you, his own fingers digging into the edge of the bed he’s sitting on as if he’s afraid to touch you.

you can’t even bring yourself to look up at him, focused on trying to take tecchou deeper because the last thing you want is to give jouno something else to lord over your head. 

“c’mon, princess.” the sweet pet name sounds so degrading and insulting the way jouno says it. you hear his heels clicking against the floor as he makes his way over to the two of you, dread builds in the pit of your stomach as you feel his familiar, thin fingers entangle in your hair, pressing gently against the back of your head. “i taught you better than this.”

“jouno-“ tecchou tries to say. you hardly have a chance to relish in how utterly broken the strongest hunting dog sounds above you, voice breathy and cracking over your boyfriend’s name, because in an instant, jouno’s fingertips are digging into the back of your scalp as he pushes your head down hard, forcing your nose to tecchou’s pelvis. 

your throat spasms at the sudden intrusion, choking and gagging, trying to pull off but jouno’s far too strong for that to be successful. tears spill over your cheeks and your body trembles as you try to adjust but you can’t because tecchou let’s out a strangled gasp as his hips jerk up instinctually, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat hard. 

you can’t breathe, you realize, panicked as black dots swarm your vision. you try to reach back and slap off jouno’s arm but that only spurs him on more. he pulls your head back, making you think he’s going to give you a bit of relief, only to push it back down instantly. cruel. he’s always so cruel.

your nails drag against tecchou’s thighs, leaving deep red lines in their wake as you struggle to remain conscious. you feel pricks and pins all over your body, your head feels fuzzy. 

distantly, you can hear tecchou’s obscene moans and garbled words and you wish you have more awareness because you want to be able to remember this. it’s not everyday you have the meteor slasher crumbling beneath your touch and god knows when, or if, jouno will let this happen again. 

it feels like it’s been an eternity and a second all at once when tecchou’s hips finally stutter and still against your mouth, spilling his cum deep down your throat. you barely even hear his choked warning before the warm, thick liquid is coating the inside of your throat. 

you struggle to swallow, and you think you must look disgusting as jouno finally lets you lift your head from tecchou’s cock and you crumple against his leg, clutching at the red material of his pants to try and hold yourself up—but tecchou looks at you with such a devoted expression that it makes you hot and flustered, and jouno’s fingers are carding gently through your hair as if to make up for the roughness.

“lay down.” you hear him say to tecchou, voice sharp and commanding. “now it’s her turn.”

•••

NAKAHARA CHUUYA

male & fem!receiving (69), face fucking, 'doll' and 'baby' pet name (1.1k wc)

you aren’t sure how chuuya managed to convince you to do this. 

your thighs tremble on either side of his head, straining to not drop all of your weight on his face as you lean forward over his lithe body, lips hovering above his cock. you feel him pinch your outer thigh hard and you yelp, body jerking instinctively. 

“c’mon, doll,” chuuya coos, trying to coax you into lowering your hips so that you’re sitting on his face, rubbing your thighs soothingly. “you know i can handle it. relax.”

his tone is soft, but you can hear the edge to it, almost as if he sounds insulted over the fact that you don’t trust in his capabilities and you would roll your eyes if you weren’t so nervous.

“i don’t want to suffocate you,” you snap at him, thigh muscles already burning painfully.

“don’t piss me off.” chuuya’s temper finally starts to waver after five minutes of trying to make you relax. his words are biting, as if your fears are utterly ludicrous. “stop holding yourself up or i’ll make you stop.”

“chuuya,” you complain, a bit more pathetically this time.

chuuya doesn’t even deign you with a response this time. you gasp when you feel his arms hook around your thighs, toned biceps tensing as he physically forces you down on his face. your eyes shoot open, lips parting in a silent moan when he immediately buries his face into your cunt, tongue licking a blazing stripe between your folds.

“chuuya,” you cry when you feel his lips close around your clit, rolling the sensitive bud between his teeth gently. 

chuuya hums around you, the vibrations making your abdomen coil and your hips unconsciously grind down against his face. he jerks his hips up, as if he’s impatient, and you vaguely remember what you’re supposed to be doing, laying a wet, open-mouthed kiss against his length.

you can hardly think straight as chuuya’s tongue swirls around your clit, heat spreading through your body rapidly. it takes three attempts, but you’re finally able to wrap your lips around the tip of chuuya’s cock, the familiar taste of his precum overwhelming your senses.

you try to focus on sliding your lips down his length—a difficult endeavor considering chuuya is evidently doing his best to make it impossible for you with how he plunges his tongue into your hole, one hand sliding up your thigh so he can press his thumb against your clit. 

your head feels light and airy, and with a bit of diluted horror, you realize you might be close to cumming already—with the taste of chuuya on your tongue, the sound of him groaning against you, the feel of his tongue and fingers working deftly to bring you closer to release, it’s almost too much for your body to handle. 

you don’t even realize that you’re barely sucking him off until chuuya gets impatient, this time snapping his hips up so abruptly that he drives his cock halfway down your throat. your eyes shoot open, a muffled moan spilling from your lips at the unexpected action, because chuuya is hardly ever forceful when you give him head, always letting you take the lead. 

“fuck,” chuuya breathes out, gasping as he kisses your thigh, panting for air before he dives right back in. “you liked that, didn’t you? want me to fuck your face, baby? felt you tighten ‘round my tongue.”

you don’t respond—can’t really. chuuya’s hips snap up again, forcing his cock deeper down your throat, your lips flush to his pelvis, his tip shoved down the back of your throat. you gag around him, tears spilling over your cheeks as your nails dig into his thighs, trying to adjust to his length stretching you.

“so fucked out already that you can’t even do one job,” he sighs softly, lifting his head to ghost his lips back against your clit, your entire body shivers as you let out a muffle sob around his cock. “s’okay, doll, i’ll do all the work.”

he hardly gives you a second to process his words, not that you’d be able to even if he did give you the time. you’re choking over him as he thrusts his hips up again, fingers digging into your ass cheeks as he drags you back down so he can smother himself in your cunt. 

your head feels foggy—you’re not sure if it’s from lack of air and the feeling his cock bullying your throat and his hips rutting against your face, or if it’s from the way chuuya’s tongue is drawing circles around your clit so quickly that you can barely keep up, dragging between your folds to fuck deep inside of you before repeating the process over and over and over again. 

you’re so gone. you’re so gone, you can’t think straight, your body feels like its on fire, thighs straining around his head, chuuya is moaning against you, thrusts erratic and frenzied as he chases his release. you’re still sputtering around him, your face must be a mess of drool and cum, and you think you might be cumming already, you can’t tell, you’re trying to focus on getting him off but he wasn’t lying when he said he’d do all of the work, you can scarcely even flatten your tongue along the vein that runs on the underside of his cock.

you don’t need to though, because the moment chuuya feels you moaning his name around his cock with your cum staining the lower half of his face, his hips stutter and still against your face, cumming so deep down your throat that you genuinely think you might drown in it. 

you should pull off of him, you’re struggling to breathe through your nose, your vision is spotty, but your limbs won’t cooperate with you, laying limp on—you wonder if you’re about to pass out.

luckily, chuuya still seems to have enough sense for the both of you.

he reaches down, hands wrapping around your waist so he can twist you around so that you’re laying comfortably on his chest. still desperately trying to recover from your orgasm, you settle against him, listening to the steady thrum of his heart as you try to ground yourself.

“see, baby.” his chest rumbles gently as he speaks lowly, a comforting familiarity, you’re still so out of it that you find yourself starting to dose off. you can hear the soft smile on his face as he tilts his head down to ghost his lips against your hair. “not so bad, was it? don’t be so nervous next time.” 

[luvfy0dor]

“His Hands are in my Hair, His Clothes are in my Room ♡⁠˖” BSD x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol

Warnings; Nikolais and Chuuyas are hardly proofread, Nikolais was rushed, Nikolais nearly got scrapped, I don't like Nikolais, maybe a little ooc

Description; sharing clothing w the BSD boys

A/n; GUYS OH MY GOD I GOT A 5 ON MY FIRST AP EXAM IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF AHHHHHH IM GONNA CRY also I'm sorry posts are so few and far between. It's so hot and hard to function. I know I said the exact same thing to excuse minimal posts in winter but like. its literally hot as balls and all I got is a puny ass 8yro fan and the occasional sip of iced water.

Osamu Dazai ★

• Dazai likes to take your old T-shirts to sleep in when you lend them to him for the night. After a few nights of having Dazai at your house, you wonder why your sleep-shirt collection has nearly cut in half.

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You unlocked the door of your apartment and pushed it open with your unoccupied hand. The other arm held a large brown paper bag filled with gas station food and snacks for you and your boyfriend, who followed you inside. Once you set the bag down on the coffee table, you retrieved your keys from the door and closed it. When you came back to the kitchen, Dazai had already dumped everything out and was sifting through all the options. "The walk back from the gas station was hardly five minutes and I've already forgotten everything we got." He says with a grin, opening a bag of chips and eating a couple. He offered you some, holding the bag out to you. "Want some?' He mumbled.

"Yeah, let me just change into pajamas first, I don't wanna do anything until I'm comfortable." You said, shrugging off your jacket and starting to undo your belt before you even make it back to your room. Dazai followed suit, bag of chips still in hand. "Can I borrow some?" You nodded before taking off your shirt and tossing it in the laundry hamper, going through your closet to find a shirt for your boyfriend and yourself. "Thank youuu~" He plops down onto your bed, keeping the chip bag upwards so he doesn't get any crumbs or dust on your nice blankets. He watches you pull one of your band shirts over your head, admiring your body from his position on your mattress. He's snapped out of his daze when black fabric comes flying at him, but he catches it before it can smack him in the face. "Thanks, babe, you're so kind."

He switches his work clothes for your old ones, the big shirt nearly swallowing his scrawny torso comfortably. "Alright, I want snacks, come on." You gesture for him to follow you back out to the kitchen where the array of snacks was waiting for the two of you on the counter. There were numerous kinds of chocolate, and Dazai had grabbed a couple bags of gummies for himself. There were a few more bags of chips for variety, and you scooped everything up in your arms to bring to the living room. You dropped them all on the coffee table and grabbed the remote. "Alright, what movie are we feeling?" You ask, turning to the brunette man. "Uhhhhh, how about an action movie. Somethin' that looks exciting." He says, slinging his arm over your shoulder while he munches on sour gummy worms. Eventually, the two of you decide on a Godzilla movie, slumped against the couch with chocolate residue on the tips of your fingers from your candies. Dazai let out a long sigh as the movie came to a close, leaning into you and resting his head on your shoulder.

You ran your fingers through Dazais messy and slightly greasy hair, scratching his scalp and listening to his pleased, quiet hum. "Are you falling asleep or are you up for another movie?" You ask him, watching the credits roll on the TV. "I'm up for another movie, I just think I might be having a sugar crash." He says, groaning as he sits back up. You nod and grab the remote again, browsing through all the film options. Every now and again, your eyes involuntarily flickered over to your boyfriend, and you couldnt help but smile. He looked really cute in your shirt, and it almost made you wanna treat the movie like chopped liver and cuddle up to him.

"You look really cute." You say, playing whatever movie you absent-mindedly started in your daze. "Oh, I know, right?" He grins running his hand over his body. "As a matter of fact, I've never felt sexier." He teases, moving his eyebrows up and down with a smirk. You can't help but laugh at him. "Let's get you on a playboy cover." Before you know it, he's standing up in front of the TV. "Scrap the movie, you have me for entertainment instead." He puts his hands on his hips and strikes a pose, making you laugh some more. "You want some attention? I mean, I guess since you asked so politely." You stand up with an eye roll and pull him in, kissing him and running a hand down his side. He keeps one hand on your chin, tilting your head to meet his lips, sighing quietly each time your lips part for a quick moment. Soon, you both need more air then small gasps and have to pull away. He smiles and messes with the fabric of your own shirt. "How about we ditch this mess for now and go to bed, yeah? We can continue comfortably there?" He offers, You glance back over at the piles of snacks, opened or not, scattered acrossed the floor. Normally you'd make him help you clean up before doing anything else, but tonight you really couldn't be bothered and just wanted to follow Dazai wherever he'd take you. "Alright, let's go."

Chuuya Nakahara ★

• Everyone knows that Chuuya adores his hat, but not everyone knows he's got a decently sized collection of fancy hats on top of his closet. One day while rummaging around and trying to find one of Chuuyas button downs for him, you notice them all on the top rack.

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"Chuuya, you didn't tell me you had so many hats!" You called out to him, standing back and staring at them all. Chuuya was currently in the bathroom, shaving his peach fuzz to keep his smooth face. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I've got a ton." He calls back, washing the shaving cream off of his skin. "They're pretty..can I try some of 'em on?" You ask, reaching to grab the one on the top of the stack. "Go ahead." He walks out of the bathroom with his towel around his waist, leaning against the doorframe to watch the little fashion show you were about to put on. The first one you grabbed was adorned with flowers of various colors. You placed it on your head and turned around, posing with your hands on your hips.

"What do you think? Vogue worthy?" You ask him. He smiles at you and nods, his arms crossed over his chest. "One hundred percent, that's peak fashion." He says genuinely, standing up straight and walking over to the closet. He reaches up and grabs another hat for you to try, switching it out for the flowers one. This one is a dark, reddish brown color. "This one's cute too." You giggle and head over to the bathroom to see for yourself. "Ooo, I'm not sure this kinda hat is necessarily for me." You giggle. "What do you mean? It looks great on you!" He says, following you in and hugging you from behind. "You only say that because they're your hats." You say, grinning.

"I mean, I guess not everyone is destined to look good in them like me." He says, squeezing your hip. "I gotta actually get ready for work now, I'm probably runnin' late." He says, turning around and dropping his towel. He tossed it into the hamper before getting dressed in his usual attire, spotting the button down that you had forgotten about in favor of his hat collection. "Okayyyy." You yawn, stretching your arms over your head and treading through the bedroom to start your own morning routine. You didn't have to leave for another hour, but Chuuya had to get to work within the next 30 minutes. After brushing your teeth, you notice Chuuya searching the bedroom for his usual hat.

"The nightstand." You point out to him. He sees it and lets out a sigh of relief, grabbing it and plopping it on his head. "Thanks, doll. I gotta get going' now, but I'll see ya tonight, okay?" He says, pulling you in by your waist for his daily goodbye kiss. "Yeah, got it." You smile before kissing him sweetly for a quick moment before he backs away. "Alright, I love you, see ya later." He playfully smacks your ass before letting go of you and heading out to the door. "Bye Chuuya, I love you, I'll see you later!" Once you heard him leave, you smiled to yourself and headed right back to the closet. You didn't necessarily have to get dressed just yet, so that gave you some time to try on a couple more hats on your own.

Fyodor Dostoevsky ★

• Fyodor doesn't mind letting you borrow his cape if you seem cold, or he'll simply wrap it around you and pull you into his side. He prefers the latter, considering it doesn't take much for him to get chilly.

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Fyodor held your gloved hand in his as you both walked down the snowy streets of Yokohama. It was the winter solstice and you both decided to take a walk down one of the most popular roads and do some window shopping. By the end of the evening, the hand that wasn't occupied with holding Fyodors held a warm cup of hot chocolate that you sipped on periodically. "Have you enjoyed yourself tonight, Myshka?" He asks you, adjusting his ushanka and gazing up at the sky, noticing some snow start to fall. "I did. Thanks for coming with me, I know you have a lot of stuff to do." You respond, bringing the cup to your lips for another sip. He waves his hand dismissively. "That doesn't mean I can't accompany you." His thumb rubs over your knuckles as snow starts landing on his hat and your head, the street lamps illuminating the darkness with a tangerine-colored glow. You nod at his words, leaning into his shoulder and shivering.

"It's so cold, Fedya." You say, your head on his shoulder and your hand squeezing his tightly. He lets go in order to put his arm around your waist, pulling his long cape over your shoulder. "I know, the walk home isn't much further, don't worry." You smile and hold onto the old, worn material to keep it in place. "You're right, thanks." You say, feeling butterflies in your stomach. It never mattered how long you and Fyodor had been together, every affectionate action made you feel like you had just got together. He held you close with his cape still shielding you from the cold and adding a layer of warmth to your jacket. He would peer over at you every now and again, laughing under his breath at all the snow that was getting into your hair. "What's so funny?" You ask him, a smile spread acrossed your face. "You've got a whole bunch of snow on your head." He tells you. "It looks like dandruff."

You roll your eyes and yank the ushanka off of his head, placing it on yours instead. "There, now you won't have to look at it." You hold the fluffy hat on top of your head and try to prevent him from taking it back when he tugs on it. "No, you can get your own, my ears are cold." He says with a smile, eventually pulling it back into his own possession and patting it off. "I will say though, you look better in my hat than Dazai did." You give a proud smirk and rest your head on his shoulder. "I'd hope you'd think so." Your street comes into view and you pull him along as you speed up, wanting to get into the warm, cozy house as soon as possible. "I know running isn't exactly your thing but pick up the pace a little, I wanna get under the covers and cuddle." You tell him, getting closer to home with each passing second.

He picks up speed for you and listens to the sound of your feet hitting the pavement. It's not long before you've pulled him all the way home and you're unlocking the door, nearly spilling inside to get into the warm living room. Fyodor follows suit, unlacing his shoes and hanging up his cape and ushanka. You wait for him in the open doorway that connects the living room and the hallway, ready to curl up in bed away from the harsh cold. "Alright, I'm coming." He says, treading through the hall with you and opening the bedroom door. His hand rested on your lower back as you both walked to the comfortable mattress, crawling under the covers and pulling each other close. "Your cape is really warm and comfortable. You should wrap me in it more often." You say, scooching closer to him and letting his arm drape over your waist.

"Hmm, I guess that wouldn't hurt. You really like it?" He peers down at you, his head propped up on his fist. "Yeah, I might have to steal it, actually." You say seriously, making him click his tongue. "You're welcome to steal it if I'm not wearing it." He says, chewing on the inside of his cheek habitually. "Then expect it to be off the hanger more often then not." He smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead, laying his head down on the pillow. "Okay, that's fine, but right now you have me and the blanket to keep you warm." He murmurs, closing his eyes. "Well you're not contributing to that as much as the blanket, but whatever you say." You kiss his cheek and brush his bangs out of his face. "G'night Fedya, I love you." You say, resting your head on his chest, ready for sleep. "I love you too, y/n, sleep well."

Nikolai Gogol ★

• You always loved Nikolais outfit and couldn't help but wanna put it in one day. You were sure he wouldn't mind, after all, sharing attire was nothing foreign to your relationship.

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It started with you trying on his blouse for fun, but then you decided the blouse wasn't complete without the vest, pants, gloves, collar, shoes, or hat. Everything fit you a little differently than it fit Nikolai, but it didn't matter, because when you walked over to the nearest reflective surface, you found yourself cute, and you almost couldn't wait for Nikolai to get out of the shower to show him. You just needed one more thing, his cape. You ran out to the coat rack by the door and swung it behind you and then over your shoulders excitedly, grabbing it by the edges and moving it around. You felt really fancy with his cape, swaying your body just to feel the fabric move with you. As a matter of fact, you were so caught up in how good the cape made you feel that you didn't even realize the bathroom door open.

"Oh, wow, dove! My outfit looks so good on you! I've never noticed how much the red gloves pop until now." You turned around so fast, as if you were sitting in silence and all of a sudden a full file cabinet tipped over and crashed onto a linoleum floor. "Wah-! When'd you get out? I mean, thank you, but you scared me!" You say with a nervous laugh. "I thought it looked cute." You murmur, starting to pull off the gloves, but he stops you. "Hey, wait, you should stay in it for a moment, I'm not done admiring you yet!" He tells you, walking over and grabbing your hands gently. He leans in to kiss you, his smile palpable on his lips. You hand falls on his shoulder, rubbing it up and down affectionately before pulling away. "You really like it that much, huh?"

He nods. "Ofcourse! Oh, I'd love to show everyone how wonderful you look. Would you let me?" He asks, squeezing your hands tightly. "Sure, Kolya, go ahead." He quickly skitters off to fetch his cellphone, returning with the camera app already open. "Pose." He says, watching you place your hands on your waist and cock your hip a little bit. "Ah, gorgeous." He says, spamming the capture button. "Okay, I think that's enough." He says, his cheeks a bit pinker than before. He tossed his phone onto one of the side tables and embraced you once again, resting his head on top of yours. "Come on, y/n, I'd like to see you in my whole wardrobe now!" He says excitedly, pulling you along back to the bedroom. You don't necessarily know what you ignited in him, but it was certainly something, and now you were preparing yourself for a god-knows-how-long fashion show for your boyfriend. Not that you really minded, ofcourse.

A/n; another post that was supposed to have sigma and then didn't have sigma because I wanted to watch Jersey shore instead of write. ALSO I WENT TO THE DENTIST YESTERDAY terrible experience I cried but don't tell anyone I said that

[dokk-fukuro]

On Call. Pt.1

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya Minors DNI

TW: clit play, lingerie, sexting, dirty talk, afab reader

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Dazai uses phone sex as one of the ways to tease you but keep you from getting what you want. Oh, this bastard has a good tongue. With absolute calmness, he can maintain a frank conversation with you for a long time period.

“I decided to find out how the day is going with the conqueror of my heart,” Osamu coos, left alone in the agency. “Just remembering how you arch your back under me last night. And your moans... Just angelic singing to my ears, and you know me, I'm picky in my choice of music.”

He knows that you are a little embarrassed by his words, but even the thoughts in your head will not allow to stop. Instead, the young man will continue to tease you.

“I can't stop thinking about how beautiful you are when you're in seventh heaven. I’d be very happy to sit you on the table now, pull off your clothes and kiss your skin,” his voice becomes a little quieter, lowers by half an octave and takes on that very seductive husky that drives you crazy. “Get down on my knees in front of you and put my face to your pussy. I bet you already imagine it. Come on, bella, let me hear how wet you are.”

And you really obediently pull off your panties, spread your legs and run your fingers along your wet cunt, collecting moisture on it, hearing a satisfied humming from the other side. Dazai is glad to hear that you are so ready for him.

“I want you to wrap your legs around me while I sink my tongue inside.” You bite your lip, drawing circles around your clit, sometimes pressing on it. “Come on, love, let me hear your voice. Like our last night when I was so deep inside you.”

And you really can't hold back a moan. The bundle of nerves only becomes more sensitive, and every touch to it makes your body shiver a little. You put inside your fingers under his languid exhalation and start to move it. You squirm and shake, when all of a sudden...

“Oh, Belladonna, I have to go now, time waits for no one,” and Osamu leaves you alone with your arousal.

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When it comes to slutty phone calls, it's not Nakahara that starts it, it's your antics. One day, deciding to tease him, you send him a photo in the fitting room. You are wearing only a set of underwear and an innocent signature “Do you think it suits me?”. What a naughty girl are you. Chuuya takes some time to come up with the most compelling reason why he should leave the meeting room.

“What the hell are you doing?” The red-haired esper hisses through gritted teeth. No, your body does not embarrass him, he is used to your unsurpassed beauty, but the last thing he wants is for someone else to see it. You just innocently coo that you wanted to know his opinion, because “he should pull this underwear off you.”

Whatever you say, Chuuya has problems with self-control. He doesn't need too much to get turned on.

“You wanted to know my opinion, right?” Nakahara smirks unkindly, and you can feel it on your skin. Chills and a herd of goosebumps literally run through your neck. “My opinion is this: my naughty girl wants me to fuck her so that she can barely stands. Choose, doll: we’ll fuck on the table, on the couch, on the bed or on the floor? For such a trick, you will have to try very hard so that I let you cum.”

When he is on edge, you can say exactly and for sure only one thing: Chuuya doesn’t throw words into the wind. And the understanding that he may well take you from the doorway as soon as he comes home makes you bring your legs together. You are already turned on by how aggressive the redhead is in his expressions. And from his heavy breathing, only two things can be stated: he is now alone with himself, and he is trying to calm down his boner in order to recoup on you upon his return.

"So what, doll? I can't hear your answer,” Chuuya almost growls, squeezing his hard cock through the fabric of his tight pants. “Or do you want me to push you against the wall while I thrust into you from behind? The sooner you answer, the better for you.”

Looks like you're really in big trouble.

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loves Affair

summery: you and Your boyfriend dazai have a big argument so you ran to chuuya

warnings: Smut, cheating (both ways), pet names, Affairs, Arguments, P in V, yelling (that's it but let me know if i missed anything)

!!everyone is over the age of 18!!

dazai x fem! reader, chuuya x fem! reader

word count: 6, 434

Being your boyfriend, Dazai knows about your past relationship. You’ve told him about how you used to be in cheating relationships for a long time, and how you’re sensitive to dazai flirting with others.  

And with two completely different people, comes arguments. Despite being your lover, he still flirts with other women. You confronted him about it, which caused a fight. “God- CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP!?!” he screams at you before taking a deep breath and pinching the bridge of his nose.  

“I just wanted you to stop flirting with other women, it’s degrading to me as your girlfriend” 

you said trying not to cry, you refused to cry in front of Dazai. you are biting the inside of your cheek 

"You're overreacting. It's not a big deal." 

Dazai groans, rolling his eyes. He can see how much this is affecting you, but he doesn't really care. 

"And you're lucky I'm even with you. You should be happy I stay with you when your like this." 

He sighs, mumbling that last comment under his breath. 

“Be lucky that i want to stay with you” you said in annoyance as you grab your sweater and walked out into the pouring rain. It was 2 in the morning but you couldn’t be in the same house as dazai right now. 

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” dazai follows you outside into the rain. He grabs your arm and turns you around to face him. His eyes narrow as he glares at you, clearly upset.  

“You can’t just walk out in the middle of a conversation.” 

“It wasn’t a conversation; it was an argument and I'm staying the night as a friend’s house. I can’t stand being around you right now” 

You said as you yanked your body and turned around to continue walking in the pouring rain.   

“LIKE HELL YOU’RE LEAVING!” Dazai grabs your arms tightly pulling you back against him.  

“I'm not letting you go somewhere else after an argument. You’re coming back inside the house, we’ll talk, and that's final’ 

“No, we can talk tomorrow morning about this but i don’t want to be around you” you groan as his grip tightened but you still yank your arm away from him. 

“And who said you have a choice?”  

Without warning, dazai hoists you up over his shoulder as he begins walking back inside. You’re unable to do anything, the rain still pouring on you both.  

“you’re not going out by yourself this late at night.” 

“Maybe you should have thought about that when you started flirting with other women in our relationship.” you said punching and hitting him trying to get him to let you go.  

Dazai keeps a firm grip on your legs as he walks back into the house. Once inside, he brings you upstairs into the bedroom, tossing you onto the bed. 

"You can stop hitting me now." He says coldly, pinning your arms down on either side of your head. 

“Let me go” you scream and try to move around 

"I'll release you when you quit being a brat." 

Dazai says firmly, not letting you move an inch. He leans down so his face is inches away from yours, staring at you with irritation. He can see how upset you are, but he doesn't care. 

"Why are you making a big deal out of this? All because I flirt with other women doesn't mean anything." 

“Well maybe it wouldn’t mean anything if I flirted with Chuuya? Because if you flirt with other girls then I get to flirt with other guys” you yell at him 

That statement immediately got a reaction out of Dazai. His eyes widen a bit and his grip on you tightens. 

"No. You are not allowed to flirt with other men." 

He says firmly, his voice having a dangerous tone to it. He would never allow you to flirt with another man, even as a retaliation to his own actions. 

“Then why can you flirt with other women?” 

you growl back at him before kicking him hard in the stomach 

Dazai was caught off guard when you kicked him, making him loosen his grip from the pain. 

"Ow, damn it..." 

He lets go of you completely and steps back, cupping his stomach. He glares at you in annoyance. 

"I have my reasons." 

He growls in reply, not willing to give you a real answer. 

when he released you, you got up and ran to your phone and texted Chuuya your address 

Dazai quickly follows after you, realizing what you were doing. He sees you texting Chuuya, which makes him more frustrated. 

"Oi, don't text him." Dazai says, quickly grabbing your wrist and yanking you back. 

You sent the text before he grabbed your wrist

“Then don’t flirt with women and it wouldn’t be this difficult” 

"I do what I want, I don't need your permission." 

He snaps, his grip on your wrist tightening. 

"You're seriously overreacting and being a brat. I can flirt with whoever I want." 

you could hear chuuya’s motorcycle outside so you yanked your arm as hard as possible and ran outside to chuuya 

"Ugh- damn it!" 

Dazai curses under his breath as he watches you run to Chuuya. He runs outside after you. Chuuya looks over at you as you run up to him. He looks at Dazai with a confused expression. 

“He was flirting with other women and wouldn’t let me go” 

You whispered to Chuuya as you stand slighting behind him 

Chuuya's expression darkens at your words, and he turns to glare at Dazai, who's now standing there as well. He knows what Dazai is like, but hearing this makes him angry. 

"You're a real idiot, Dazai." 

He mutters, his eyes narrowing at him 

“I told him that I was going to go to your house for the night but he grabbed me and yanked me back inside and pinned me down really hard until I couldn’t move. I had to kick him hard so that I could text you” 

you said in a soft and gentle voice 

Chuuya's frown grows at hearing this, his anger increasing. He turns to look over his shoulder at you, and immediately notices how shaken up and upset you are. He turns back to Dazai, his expression cold and serious. 

"You really think pinning your girlfriend down and not letting her leave is okay? You're lucky I don't beat your ass right now." 

you sigh and grab chuuya’s upper arm “Let’s just go” 

You bit the inside of your cheek 

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow Dazai” 

you said. You normally don’t use his last name and always call him Osamu

Chuuya can feel his anger subsiding slightly now that you're holding onto him, but he's still seething. Dazai's expression shifts when he hears you address him by his last name, realizing just how upset you truly are. 

"Wait, don't go." 

He calls out to you, taking a step towards you. Chuuya puts his arm in front of you in a protective manner. 

you shook you head and hop onto the back of chuuya’s motorcycle and grab onto Chuuya to make sure that you don’t fall off 

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow” 

Dazai watches helplessly as you get on the back of Chuuya's motorcycle, knowing he can't do anything to stop you at this point. He clenches his fists, a mix of anger and guilt washing over him. But, as usual, he doesn't show it, and instead just stands there with a stoic expression. 

"Fine. Talk to me tomorrow, then." 

He says quietly, his voice lacking its usual energy. 

You nodded your head 

“We can leave now Chuuya” You said to him 

Chuuya nods in response, his jaw clenched. He starts up the motorcycle and begins driving away with you on the back, leaving Dazai behind. Chuuya can feel the tension in your grip on him, knowing how upset you must be feeling.  

He's silent for a moment before speaking up. 

"You okay?" 

“I don’t know, I’ve talked to him about his tendencies to flirt with other women but he brushes it up under the rug” 

You let out a sigh and you rested your head on chuuya’s back

“I’ve seen the pity looks from the people at the detective agency, and it’s so degrading to me” 

Chuuya's grip on the handles of the motorcycle tightens as he listens to you speak, his expression hardening. He glances over his shoulder briefly at you, seeing your head on his back. His voice is filled with anger and irritation. 

"Yeah, I've seen them too. Dazai really doesn't get it, does he? You shouldn't have to put up with his bullshit." 

“I don’t want too, and I know someone will treat me better” 

you said with a sigh 

"You definitely deserve better than that bastard." 

Chuuya mutters, his voice firm. He frowns, feeling a mix of anger and protectiveness. He cares about you, and it pisses him off to see you treated like that. 

"No one should have to deal with a partner who flirts with other people constantly and doesn't take their feelings into consideration." 

You nodded your head at chuuya’s words 

“I got him really pissed off when I said that if he gets to flirt with other girls then I get to flirt with you” 

You said smiling slightly 

“He did not like that one bit” 

Chuuya chuckles at your comment, amused by how annoyed Dazai got. He knew how possessive Dazai is over you, and the thought of you saying something like that to him must have driven him crazy. 

"I bet he didn't. Dazai is pretty territorial when it comes to you, and the idea of you even talking to other guys probably pisses him off." 

you giggle lightly 

you used to work at the port mafia with Dazai and Chuuya when you were 15. You started liking chuuya because he was protective and caring towards you. After a while that crush faded and you ended up liking Dazai but shortly after he left making you leave with him. you both connected again 2 years ago and you ended up dating him around 1 year ago. But sometimes you think that your crush on Chuuya never fully left you 

As you recall the timeline of your relationship with Dazai, Chuuya can't help but reflect on his own past with you. He had been protective and caring towards you back when you both worked together in the Port Mafia, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't have some sort of deeper feelings for you back then. But he knew that your feelings had shifted towards Dazai, and so he stepped back and respected your choice. 

Now, as you sit behind him on his motorcycle, his thoughts are a tangled mixture of protectiveness, nostalgia, and suppressed feelings. 

“Back when we were kids, I used to be head over heels in love with you because you were protective and caring of me. But I thought you wouldn’t like me back so those feelings faded. Sometimes I feel like those feelings didn't fully fade away” 

you said quietly as you continued to rest your head on his back

Chuuya's grip on the handles of the motorcycle tightens even more at your words, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn't expected you to bring up your past feelings for him so bluntly, especially considering your current relationship with Dazai. His mind reels with the realization that maybe, just maybe, those old feelings are still there for you as well. 

He remains silent for a few moments, trying to find the right words to say. Finally, he speaks, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability. 

"I... I had no idea you felt that way back then." 

“Of course, you didn’t and I knew that so I tried my best to move on” 

your voice was gently and soft as you spoke. you watched as the wind moved your hair around and the moonlight flashing on your skin and hair. Making your hair look shinny and your skin look clear and pretty.

Chuuya glances over his shoulder again, stealing a quick glimpse at you. The moonlight makes you look absolutely radiant as it reflects off your hair and skin. It takes his breath away for a moment, causing his heart to beat faster. 

He tears his gaze away, focusing back on the road ahead. He clenches his jaw, contemplating how to respond. The revelation of your past feelings for him has stirred up a mix of emotions in him, bringing back memories and feelings he had tried to suppress for years. 

Y'all arrived at chuuya’s house and you got off his motorcycle and waited for him to do the same 

“Sorry it took me so long to say my feelings chu” 

you used the nickname that you’ve had for him when you were in the port mafia

Chuuya stopped the motorcycle in front of his house, turning off the engine. He dismounted from the bike and removed his helmet, turning to face you as you spoke. He couldn’t help but smile faintly at the sound of the old nickname you used to call him. It brought back memories of your time together in the Port Mafia, when things were much simpler and carefree. 

"You don’t have anything to apologize for. I’m just surprised you ever had feelings for me back then." 

“How could I not? You were protective and caring and made sure I could care for myself” 

Chuuya's smile widens slightly as he listens to your words. He remembers how he used to look out for you back when you were in the Port Mafia, making sure you could defend yourself and took care of yourself. 

"I was just looking out for you. You were like a kid back then, even if you were part of the mafia. Couldn’t let anything happen to you."  

“We were both 15 chu” 

you said giggling lightly 

Chuuya chuckles 

"Yeah, but I was still older than you. So, that made me your de facto protector and guide, remember?" 

you shook my head as you pushed him slightly playfully 

Chuuya chuckles again, amused by your playful push. He feigns a serious expression and puts a hand on his chest, pretending to be deeply offended. 

"Hey, watch it. Show some respect to your elder, kid." 

“Elder my ass, you are only 6 months older than me” 

You giggle lightly as y’all walk to the door to his house 

Chuuya rolls his eyes, a smirk on his face. 

"6 months is still 6 months, brat. That makes me your senior, and you’d better show some respect." 

He opens the door to his house and steps inside, holding it open for you to enter as well. 

“You’re so right, since you’re so old then I should put you in a retirement home” 

You said playfully as you take your shoes off as you come inside 

Chuuya gasps in mock shock, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. He shuts the door behind you and kicks his shoes off as well. 

"I’m not that old, you brat. And don’t even think about sending me to a retirement home. I’ll beat your ass before you even get a chance." 

You roll your eyes playfully and giggle 

Chuuya grins at your giggle, enjoying the playful banter between you. He walks further into the house, motioning for you to follow. 

"Yeah, you can keep rolling your eyes like that. See where it gets you.” 

He says with a hint of mock seriousness, trying to suppress his smile. 

“And where exactly would it get me?” 

Chuuya pretends to think for a moment, tapping a finger against his chin in mock thoughtfulness. 

"Hmm, let me see... Maybe it would get you a one-way ticket to a swift kick in the a-." 

He stops as he glances at you, his expression shifting to something a little more serious. He looks at you for a second, then he reaches out and flicks your forehead. 

You let out a laugh as he flicks your forehead 

“You love me even if you don’t show it” 

you said teasingly as you sat down on the couch 

Chuuya huffs, pretending to be annoyed by your words. But he can’t hide the small smirk on his lips, betraying his true feelings. 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Keep telling yourself that, brat." 

He flops down on the opposite end of the couch and stretches out, his arm resting on the back of the couch behind you. 

You kick your bare feet across his lap and shimmy until you’re comfortable 

“You’re smiling so you know I’m right” 

Chuuya watches as you kick your legs onto his lap and get comfortable, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. He rolls his eyes but doesn’t bother moving your legs off him. 

"Just because I’m smiling doesn’t mean you’re right, brat. Don’t get too confident." 

He pokes your leg with his hand, his fingers brushing lightly against your calf. 

you playfully roll your eyes 

“Sure” 

you clinch your thighs together when Chuuya started brushing his hands against your calf. you know it’s wrong because you’re dating Dazai but you can’t help it. He grew out his hair and he looks cleaner and better than before 

It was wrong but it felt so right 

Chuuya notices that you clinch your thighs together when he touches your calf. His touch lingers for a moment longer than necessary, his fingers skimming against your skin. He’s aware that this might be wrong, given your relationship with Dazai, but he can’t help himself. 

He looks over at you, his gaze lingering on your face as he lets his hand rest on your leg, his thumb softly tracing circles on your skin. 

"You know what happens when you roll your eyes at me, right?" 

“No? Why don’t you show me?” 

you said giggling softly 

Chuuya smirks, his thumb still tracing circles on your leg. He leans slightly closer to you, his voice taking on a playful tone. 

"Are you sure you want to find out? Because I promise, you won’t like the consequences.” 

“And what if I do wanna find out?” 

you hummed out as you teased him lightly 

Chuuya’s smirk widens as you continue to tease him. He moves a little closer, until he’s right next to you, his hand still resting on your leg. 

"You really want to find out, huh? Be careful what you wish for, brat." 

His voice is a low rumble, his smirk turning slightly more mischievous.

you move a tiny bit towards his lap 

you smirk at his words 

Chuuya notices that you’ve shifted a little closer to his lap, and he can’t help but feel a pang of desire course through him. He catches your smirk and it only makes him want to tease you more, to see how far he can push this game between you. 

"You’re playing with fire, you know that?” 

“And what if I’m playing with fire?” 

You said trying to edge him further into lust 

Chuuya’s eyes darkened with desire as you continued to tease him. His hand on your leg tightened slightly, his fingers pressing into your skin. He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a barely audible whisper. 

"If you keep playing with fire, you’ll get burned." 

He said, his voice low and raspy, his gaze never leaving yours. He was so close to you now that he could feel your breath on his skin. 

you crawl onto his lap and wrap your arms around the back of his neck 

“And what if I want to get burned?” 

Chuuya's breath hitches in his throat as you crawl onto his lap, straddling him. He can feel the heat of your body on him, your slender arms wrapping around his neck. His hands automatically go to your waist, gripping you loosely, as if to ground himself. 

"You want to get burned, huh?" 

He murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of desire and trepidation. He can feel the heat pooling in his stomach, his self-control growing increasingly brittle. 

“Yes, but only if it was for you” 

you said as you bring your face close to his own. you could feel his breath and see the ocean color of his blue eyes 

Chuuya’s heart skips a beat at your words, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. Your face is so close to his that he can feel your breath on his skin, and he can smell the sweet, intoxicating scent of your hair. The ocean color of his eyes flicks down to your lips for a moment, his gaze filled with hunger. 

"You really don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?" 

He murmurs almost painfully, his voice strained with control. 

“Maybe you could show me” 

You said as you move your hips around a little bit 

Chuuya lets out a low, guttural moan as you move your hips around, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. His hands on your waist dig into your skin, a warning and a request all at once. His lips are mere inches from your own now, his eyes locked onto yours. 

"You’re playing a dangerous game, you know that?" 

He said, his voice a low, rough growl. 

“I wanna play” 

you whine slightly 

Chuuya's self-control hangs by a thread at your plea. He can feel the heat pooling inside him, the desire for you becoming almost overwhelming. His eyes rake over your face, your lips parted slightly, your eyes hooded and filled with desire. 

"You don’t know what you’re asking for," he whispers, his voice a ragged, raw sound. "You have no idea the things I want to do to you right now." 

“How about you show me what you want to do to me” 

you said with lust filled eyes 

The last shred of Chuuya’s self-control snap at your words. The look in your eyes, so filled with lust and desire, is like a flame to his senses. In one swift movement, he closes the gap between you, his lips crashing onto yours in a passionate, possessive kiss. His hands dig into your hips, pulling you closer to him as his tongue delves into your mouth. 

you grab onto the bottom of his hair as you passionately make out with him 

Chuuya responds to your passion with a fervor and intensity that borders on feral. His hands move from your hips to your thighs, squeezing and caressing the skin as he deepens the kiss. His tongue tangles with yours, his lips moving and nipping at your own as if they were trying to claim every inch of you. 

He pulls you closer, nearly crushing you to his body, as his hands roam over your body, igniting a trail of flames wherever they touch. 

You whine as he grabs at your waist and thighs 

You roll your hips against his wanting friction 

Chuuya groans at the feel of your hips rolling against his own, the friction sending a shockwave of pleasure through his body. His hands continue to roam over your thighs and waist, his fingers gripping and kneading your skin, his lips and tongue devouring your mouth in a kiss filled with a raw, primal desire. 

As you whine against him, he responds with a low, guttural growl, his hands gripping your hips tighter, grinding you down harder against him. 

he grinds you down harder against him causing sparks of pleasure to run through your body 

“Please do something” 

You whine and whimper 

Chuuya growls at your pleading, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. He can feel the pleasure coursing through you as he grinds you down harder, causing his own desire to flare even more intense. 

"What do you want me to do, baby?" 

He growls into your ear, his hands still gripping your hips roughly, his body pressing against yours. 

“Use my body like it’s yours” 

you said breathless 

The breath leaves Chuuya's lungs in a sharp exhale at your words. His eyes darken with a raw, intense desire as he looks at you, his hands gripping you harder, his body pressed flush against yours. 

"You want me to use your body like it’s mine, huh?" 

He repeats your words back to you, his voice low and gravelly, filled with a primal need. 

You nodded your head as you whine

The look on your face, the sound of your whines, it’s like a drug to Chuuya. He groans softly, his hands roaming over your body as if trying to memorize every inch of you. 

"You have no idea what you do to me, baby," he murmurs, his voice a rough, strained whisper. "You drive me crazy." 

He tightens his grip on your hips, lifting you slightly as he shifts beneath you, his body restless with desire. 

you yelp when he lifts you up 

Chuuya chuckles softly as you yelp, a low amused sound. He holds you up in his lap, his hands on your waist, as he looks up at you. The desire and hunger in his eyes are almost palpable, the raw intensity of it making the air around you seem thicker. 

"You’re so damn responsive," he says, his voice rough and low. "It’s driving me crazy.” 

he sat you back down on his lap and you got straight to messing with his belt 

Chuuya watches as you go straight for his belt, his breath catching in his throat. His hands still grip your hips, holding you tightly against him, as he lets you undo his belt. The sight of you undoing his belt, knowing what it symbolizes, causes a low, guttural moan to escape his lips. 

You throw his belt somewhere across the room 

Chuuya’s eyes follow the belt as you throw it across the room. A smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation. 

"You’re awfully eager, aren’t you, baby?" 

Chuuya’s smirk widens at your admission, his hands tightening on your hips as he looks at you with hooded, lust-filled eyes. 

"Yeah? You want me that bad, huh?” 

He leans in closer to you, his breath hot against your neck as he speaks, 

"You have no idea how bad I want you, baby. How badly I need you, right now." 

you nodded your head with desire 

“I want you so bad right now” 

Chuuya lets out a low, guttural growl at your words, the raw need in your voice sending a shock wave of desire through him. He grips your hips tighter, his body shifting beneath you as he pulls you flush against him. 

"You don’t have to ask, baby. I’m all yours." 

He crushes his lips to yours in a searing, possessive kiss, his hands roaming over your body once more, as if trying to claim every inch of you. 

You quickly throw your pants and shirt off 

You tug down chuuya’s pants too 

Chuuya watches as you quickly discard your pants and shirt, his eyes raking over your exposed skin, his fingers moving to unbutton his own shirt. But you tug at his pants before he can finish, and he can’t help but chuckle at your impatience. 

"Looks like someone’s in a hurry," he says, a hint of a smirk on his lips. 

“I’ve needed you for so long” 

You whine and throw his pants across the room 

Chuuya’s smirk widens as you throw his pants across the room, the sight of you so desperate and needy fueling his own desire even more. 

"I know, baby, I know. I’ve needed you just as much." 

He pulls you back into his lap, his hands roaming over your body once more, as he stares at you with a raw, intense hunger in his eyes. 

you pulled his boxers down and groan at the sight of him 

As you pull down his boxers, Chuuya lets out a low, guttural moan, the sight of your reaction sending a shockwave of desire through him. His body is taut with tension, his body responding to your touch in ways that seem almost primal. 

"You like what you see, huh?" He asks, his voice strained and rough, 

you nodded your head before pushing your panties to the side and sat down on his dick.  

The minute you sink down onto him, Chuuya lets out a guttural moan, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. His eyes darken, his lips parted as he struggles to resist the urge to take you fiercely. 

"God, you feel so good," he groans out, his voice a ragged, strangled sound. 

You moan out as you bottomed out 

Chuuya’s hands grip your hips even tighter, his knuckles turning white from the effort as he fights the urge to just thrust up into you violently. 

"You’re so damn tight." He manages to gasp out 

You started moving up and down as strangled moans left your lips 

As you start moving up and down, Chuuya lets out a low, guttural moan, his hands still gripping your hips, guiding your movements. He watches you, his eyes wild with desire, his body taut with tension as he struggles to control himself. 

"You have no idea what it does to me, seeing you like this," he growls out, 

You grab into his shoulders as you started to move faster 

The feeling of your fingers digging into his shoulders drives Chuuya even more wild with desire. He lets out another deep moan as you start to move faster, his hands digging into your hips, trying to exert some semblance of control over the situation. 

"You’re so damn sexy, god damn it," he growls under his breath, 

you let moans and whines slip past your lips as you started to scratch at his chest 

Chuuya’s body responds instantly to your moans and whines, a deep growl escaping from his own lips as you begin to scratch at his chest. The sting of the sensation only serves to intensify the desire coursing through him, his hands gripping your hips harder to the point of pain. 

"Yeah, that’s it," he gasps out, "Scratch me up, baby, let me know how good it feels." 

you let out a loud moan as you felt him grip your hips harder 

The sound of your loud moan only serves to push Chuuya further towards the edge of control. A low groan rumbles up from his chest as he grips your hips even harder, his fingers digging into your skin. The pleasure is almost too much, and he can feel his control slipping as your body moves against his own. 

"You’re driving me crazy, goddamn it," he gasps out, his voice strained and ragged. 

you felt a knot form in your lower abdomen 

“Chu, I’m close” 

Your whine as you leave red anger marks in your awakening 

Chuuya feels your body tensing as you approach your release, the way you whine his name sending sparks of pleasure through his own body. His hands on your hips tighten almost painfully as he pushes you down harder against him, his own desire building right alongside yours. 

"Me too, baby," he gasps out, his voice rough and strained, "You want to come for me, baby?" 

you nodded your head as you lean your head back and whine 

As you nod your head, Chuuya lets out a guttural moan, the sound so primal as he watches you lean your head back in pleasure. The sight of you, so close to release, is almost too much for him to take. 

"That’s it baby, let go for me," he growls out, his hands tightening on your hips as he pushes up into you harder, wanting you to find your release. 

you gasp as he pushes you down harder against him causing the knot in your stomach to snap as you came all over him 

When you let go, your body contracting around him as you reach your release, Chuuya lets out a moan. The feeling of you coming undone around him is almost too much for him to take, and he can feel his own release building fast. 

"Fuck, baby," he gasps out, his hands gripping your hips even tighter, "You're so damn perfect." 

I felt Chuuya thrust up into me as my thighs give out from the release 

As you feel Chuuya thrust up into you, your thighs giving out from the intensity of your release, he lets out another deep moan. 

"God damn it," he gasps out, his voice low and ragged, 

You let out loud whines as you started to grow overstimulated 

Chuuya can feel you becoming overstimulated as you let out louder and more frequent whines, your body beginning to tremble from the intensity of your release. His hands on your hips grip you tighter as he pauses for a moment, allowing you a moment to recover before he resumes his pace. 

"You okay, baby?" he gasps out, his voice filled with both concern and desire. 

You nodded your head as you let Chuuya chase his own release 

Chuuya lets out a low groan as you nod your head, confirming you're alright. He can feel his own release building, the sight of you so undone and responsive driving him closer and closer to the edge. 

"You feel so damn good, baby," he gasps out, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he moves against you, his pace quickening as he chases his own release. 

he flips you onto your back as he towered over you and started thrusting hard into you 

As Chuuya flips you onto your back, the action is quick and forceful, and he immediately starts thrusting hard into you as he looms over you. 

"God damn it," he gasps out, his voice low 

You could feel him twitch inside of you as he increased his speed

As he increases his speed, Chuuya's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh. He watches you, his eyes intense and filled with a raw, primal need. He can feel himself getting closer to release as he feels you around him, every thrust sending sparks of intense pleasure through his 

you gasp as you leave red mark down his back as you’re fucked out 

As you run your nails down his back, leaving red marks in their wake, Chuuya lets out a low moan. The pain and pleasure mix together, fueling his desire even more. 

"That's it, scratch me up, baby," he gasps out, his voice low and strained, "I want you to mark me, make me yours." 

you felt him grow closer and closer by the twitching 

Chuuya's body grows taut, his pace increasing as he approaches his release. The feeling of you around him, the moans and gasps leaving your lips, sends sparks of pleasure through him, driving him closer to the edge. 

"I'm close, baby," he gasps out, his voice strained and hoarse, "So damn close." 

“cum , please cum inside of me” 

You plead and beg 

The sound of your pleading and begging, combined with the intense pleasure rushing through his body, pushes Chuuya over the edge. He gasps out a low moan 

You gasp as you felt him shoot his seed deep inside of you 

As Chuuya finds his release, his body shaking with the intensity of it, he lets out a low, guttural moan. His breathing ragged, he looks down at you, his gaze intense and satisfied. 

"God damn it," he gasps out, his voice strained, "You feel so good 

Chuuya pulled out and pulled you onto his chest as you tried and catch your breath 

As Chuuya pulls out, he quickly pulls you onto his chest, his own breathing ragged as he tries to catch his breath. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close against him, his touch both possessive and tender. 

"You okay, baby?" he asks, his voice low and rough 

you nodded my head 

“What we did was so wrong but it felt so right” 

Chuuya chuckles softly at your words, his hands running up and down your back in a soothing gesture. 

"Yeah, I know what you mean," he says, his voice low and gravelly, "It was reckless and crazy, but damn, it felt good. You drive me wild, baby." 

You giggle as you play with the ends of his hair 

Chuuya smiles as you giggle and play with his hair, the sound and the sensation sending a wave of affection through him. He pulls you closer, holding you tight against him, his hands roaming over your body, as if he can't bear to be apart from you. 

"You're a damn menace, you know that?" he says, his voice low and affectionate, "Drives me crazy, you do." 

“Yet you love me” 

you noticed your phone fell onto the floor so you reached your hand down and picked it up. You turn it on to see 10 messages from Dazai and 5 missed calls 

I texted him and said ‘we are over’ before closing my phone 

Chuuya watches as you pick up your phone and read the messages and calls from Dazai, his expression unreadable. When you text back to Dazai, telling him you're done, Chuuya's eyes narrow slightly. 

"That's it?" he asks, his voice low and rough, "Just like that, you and Dazai are over?" 

“He was flirting with other girls and we were both unsatisfied in our relationship” 

you said as you rest your chin on his scratched up chest and look up at him 

Chuuya listens intently as you speak, his eyes fixed on yours. He lets out a scoff at the mention of Dazai flirting with other girls, his expression growing slightly darker. 

"Damn idiot," he mutters under his breath, "That bastard never really appreciated you, did he?" 

You shook your head 

“But you seem to love me” 

Chuuya looks down at you, his expression a mix of affection and vulnerability. He reaches up and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch tender and affectionate. 

"You have no idea how much I love you, babe," he says, his voice low and rough, "You drive me crazy, but I've never been more sure about something in my life." 

Y’all might have done the wrong thing by having sex together. But you were Damned by God, blessed by Romeo and Juliet and praised by Bonnie and Clyde 

You might have done the wrong thing but it worked out in the end 

[dinaanana]

BEAST! Dazai with a Teenager Reader who is Smart and strong asf

Synopsis how would they react to you Being Smart and Strong at the same time while being so Much younger than them

Characters:: BEAST! Dazai (Kinda Chuuya Too)

First he's not really interested in you,your powers and your knowledge, then As time passes he took you under his wing,he assigned Chuuya his Right hand man to watch over you

He didn't trust you fully,that's why he thought you were weak and stupid since you were a child he wasn't surprised.

But his thoughts on you changed as soon as you beat 20 police officers who raided The Port Mafia Headquarters,you beat them all by yourself he watched you with his usual dark gaze,cut a smirk Crept up on his face.

"you remind me of someone I knew "

he mumbles quietly but you still could hear it not you didn't dare to question it thought

As Days Pass by,You slowly get Used to the Man,And He Gets Used to you aswell.

He Literally Sees you as his Own child he has To Protect.

He Hates sending you on Missions that Put you in Danger,So he Tells Chuuya,His Right hand Man to come with you and Keep an Eye On you.

When you're not On Missions you're Usually With him his office,Sometimes sitting on couch while he orders His men to bring You cakes,Sweets (You asked for them)

You sometimes bring A chair to sit next to him while he Works,Sometimes Draw or doodle On The papers or Sometimes Scroll on your Phone Mostly TikTok and If you see Any funny Video You show It To him while Laughing your ass off

And he just Watches you like 😶 But He doesn't wanna break your heart So he Smiles Yay!

He doesn't want you to see what kind of Monster He is Actually,So when He tortures Someone,he just tells you to wait in his Office or Tells Chuuya to Do something that'll Entertain you.

You and Chuuya Sit On the couch in the Dazai's Office and There's some Awkward Silence for like 2 minutes before you Speak up And he just stares at you

"Sooo,what does Dazai act like around you? Is he nice?"

"..." He Looks At you staring Into your soul with his dark blue eyes before speaking up

"Yes...He is.." He doesn't wanna say the truth About Osamu Dazai,that monster.

"Awhh When Will he Be done I wanna show Him something! where is he? can I go Find him?"

"no." He Glares daggers At you but tries to keep his Tone Low He doesn't wanna Get killed.

"Boss Said To stay here And wait for him Right? He'll get mad If you disobey Him."

"but he never Gets Mad At me thought.." You pout as you sink in The Sofa While Folding your Hands On your chest.

"I know but still." He Looks away And Just Stares At the wall saying nothing,You both sat In awkward Silence again, Chuuya Leans back on the Couch.

It was 10 minutes before Dazai Came in the office He Was cleaning off Something From his Face with a white Napkin and threw it away somewhere.he went Towards you and signaled Chuuya To get out,with his eye.

Chuuya Stands up and Leaves Dazai's Office Quickly Dazai Turns to you and stares down at your sitting form he flashes you a smile before Slumping down Next to you on the sofa.

"So,what did you and Chuuya Do while I wasn't here?" Dazai Looks over at you And Raises a brow

"Well,Nothing Really just talked". You Shrug Your shoulders And Look At him

"Hmm Really?..." Dazai leans Back to the Couch and Crosses his Legs

"What about you What Were you doing for so long.?" You ask him

"Oh,Nothing to worry About...Just Some Business I had to handle.*

"yeah Just a Business."

[gloveslut]

fuck...

no. again.

thy will be gone...

from the start.

i wanna fuck myself on your hand.

there are no such words in a prayer. that's a shame.

chuuya.

what?

our father...

yeah, go on.

which art in-m... h-heaven...

okay.

hallowed by...

you can still make these pretty sounds, just not in words, you know.

can i spell your name?

you know you can't. your behaviour is unpleasant. start over and keep it up without pauses.

o-our father which art is-n heaven hallowed by the n-n-name the kingdom- uh- come-

that was another "no". but fine, if you want it so bad, i'll let it go.

yesplease.

it's not about you at all. or you really take everything i give?

i do. i don't care about how i feel. i'm glad to just breathe around you.

oh. but if you don't care, i can take the breath out of you, right? though it seems like you'd actually love it. that's not fine. what about me just using you without any unnecessary contact? what if i don't even say that you're disgusting? because honestly it's all i wanna do to you.

fair enough.

what?

fair enough.

is it alr-

yes. fair enough.

now stop with that bullshit. explain yourself.

fuck, don't do this to me now. i deserved it all and you know it. you don't need to make me feel like i have a bit of the good attention. fuck, just ignore me.

okay. fine.

shit, i didn't mean... talk to me please. i'm here for you. if i made you mad just tell me so i could fix myself. please. please. chuuya. chuuya, why?

wait. what "why"? wait-wait-wait-wait. you don't like it?

i did. that's okay. i'm just being sensitive. you can continue, just, fuck...

hey man, i don't wanna hurt you! that's awful.

then why would you scare me so much?

because you said it was okay. i'll do whatever you want even if it's immoral or something. just... sometimes i can't tell if you're being a brat or feeling like shit.

that's not an explanation.

well, then explain to me properly why would you expect me to act kind when you said you deserved it?

i thought you didn't agree.

that's right. but it has nothing to do with your feelings. if you have the need to punish yourself, i can't convince you not to. and you said that's what you want.

fuck, it's true, but sometimes, if i- if i can't tell if youre being serious or just want to help me, i- i get really scared. you know, i let you do anything and see me in any way, but i don't know...

damn, i didn't think we would fuck it up this badly. we just need a safety system.

yes. that's the thing, but i wanted to- um, i don't know, like, if i dont feel that you can't be for real in any case, those stop words, or whatever, just won't help.

oh. but do you really think i might be serious?

uh... i don't know. you might have reasons and stuff...

fucking hell.

well. i'm just too fucked up of a person to be in love with. i don't know. i just don't know. i feel like i have these edges i am balancing on every minute and sometimes i get too far on each of them, which makes it worse. it's not about you being rude, i just... fuck, i'm really just being a bad person right now.

maybe you are. but to me- dazai. listen. i see you and want you. very bad. really. you'd cry if you knew. you're the one i want to spend the rest of my life with. that's not a compliment or something, i just love you. you should learn it or i will be unstoppable until i, you know, find a way to prove it.

maybe i want you to be unstoppable. that's hot.

well, i will take a note, but i don't need you to believe me. just be a little bit happy, it's all that matters. you don't have to rely on my views to love yourself "legally". you're rather being a criminal not doing it than being a cool guy. in that case you don't have taste and i don't fuck boys without a taste.

oh, that's pretty disappointing, then.

but really... just try to focus on your pleasure, i don't know.

until you bring it to me in a perfect form i wont even try, i'm truly sorry, but i had too many great experiences to fight for something so unremarkable.

fuck you.

but i really don't know if i can.

i don't care man, just don't be a jerk and trust me.

i already do. it doesn't help.

okay, then just kiss me.

for ever 'n-nd ever... please, do it. choke me. softly.

fuck.

i wanna come, i wanna come, i really wanna-

finish your work and go. oh, don't worry i'll let you in a second. just wanna hear you screaming. no, there's no need to be a slut, i'll give you what i think you need in a right time. now spread your legs widely and be ready. yeah, that's it. keep going like this. look at that. oh, don't hide, you're really pretty there with me inside. okay, so while i get you to the edge you don't dare to come or even fucking move. once i slowly take my hand off of your neck, you prepare to finish the sentence and come. anyway. you'll see.

oh my god, oh my god, chuuya...

you're so good for your god.

fuck! please! please!

so loud.

i wanna cum!

then finish.

amen!

come.

fuck!

say my name.

chuuya, shit, oh my god-

i love you.

choke me.

fuck, dazai. that's so- you're... i'm close.

i'm g-gonna come again.

go with me, pretty.

fuck. oh my god.

feel how deep i am? i wanna do it inside.

yes, please, just- oh, fuck, hit me.

[sol-is-the-reason]

bsd men (aku, chuu, atsushi and daz) and what they would like you to call them.

[A/n: Hiii!! I think you mean as a nickname for them??? as in the relationship based ones? I'm sorry if this is not what your looking for as the request was quite vague. Also i did not include Dazai as I genuinely had no idea what to do in his part.]

Akutagawa

He isn't really the one for nicknames. So he just prefers to call you by your name. He just doesn't see the point in it.

But that doesn't mean that he stops you from doing the same. Infact he loves all the little things you call him from 'love' and 'sweetheart' to the sappy-er one's like 'pretty boy' and 'cupcake'.

Given you had to explain to him as to why you were calling something other than his first name

But the ones that sticks to him the most is being called 'dear'.

He knows it's a nickname but he takes it very literally.

He likes to think that he is a close person for you, someone dear to your heart and hearing you say that so sweetly, it makes his heart rate skyrocket.

The first time you called him dear he didn't understand it. He was just in a confused state and he wouldn't even have acknowledged that you were infact calling out him if there were someone else in the room.

It took him a minute to understand that yes it was him you were talking to and cue the confused questions and a long conversation explaining things

But after the next few times, as he was getting used it, he found out just how endearing it was.

His face would lit up in the prettiest shade of red and he'd slowly avert his eyes to look at anything but at you.

It was truly an adorable sight and it would just spur you on to keep on achieving that reaction from him.

Chuuya

Ok. So. This man is such a romantic.

Every day would be a valentine's day for you both.

It's even more so if you share the same sense of romanticism with him.

Expect gifts, flowers, a well thought out date idea day after day. He would put so much effort for you it's really heartwarming.

So naturally it goes to calling you nicknames too. It doesn't matter how silly the name, he has called you that atleast once.

Seriously, he has called you every even a little romantic word in the book.

He would love it if you show the same enthusiasm for him too, but he would never push you.

If your not into all those things he'll try to tone it down as much as he can and would do anything to make you comfortable.

But if you like it, you two have a little compitition on who can come up with more sappy names.

But no matter how many there is only one that is on top of the list for him and that is–

Husband. We all know how loyal Chuuya is. Almost to a fault.

So he loves when you call him that. It's sort of a promise of a commitment for him.

And you could probably get away from most things if you coo it at him.

Most times, he would also lovingly call you his wife/husband in return, with a cute dopey smile on his face.

You'll spend rest of the night laughing and enjoying high class wine with him.

Atsushi Nakajima

So uh this guy is a simp. Let me just say that again. Simp.

Like man would do anything for you. Doesn't matter what.

And it was after a tiring day at your job, that you realised all your groceries had been used up. Seeing you so tired yet willing to make dinner for the both of you (you make the dinner because let's be honest he will burn the kitchen down if he tries) he tasks himself to bring you new groceries. He knows you prefer a home cooked meal rather than take outs so he hurries away before you can say anything.

When he comes back you take the grocery back from him keeping it on the dining table and embrace him, kissing him softly on the forehead.

A quiet "thank you, my love." Escaped you in a murmur as you loosened your grip on him pecking his lips before starting to work on taking out the things in the bag.

It was only then you noticed he hadn't responded back or moved from his place.

You looked up to see a frozen, red-faced and wide-eyed Atsushi. You can't help the chuckle that left you. So maybe you did that on purpose

Whenever you called the white-haired man anything other than his first name,(which also needed a lot of getting used to) you would get that adorable reaction from him, that would just urge you to tease him more.

Normally you'd just call him Atsu or Sushi to fluster him but now this is also going in that ever-growing list most probably at the top too.

[aspoonofsugar]

What do you think of soukoku? Do you think Dazai has any role in helping Chuuya become a leader?

Hi!

I am not sure about Dazai helping Chuya to grow into a leader, even if I think Chuya will become a leader.

So far, I think Chuya's story in the manga is set-up to have two layers:

Becoming the leader of the mafia

Solving his relationship with Dazai

The first one is prepared in the Cannibalism arc. The second one instead permeates Chuya's screentime in the manga. After all, every arc ends with a sskk fight, but also every arc (minus Cannibalism) has skk parallel Atsu and Aku structurally:

The first arc ends with sskk's first real fight over Kyouka. Just some chapters before, there is Chuya's introduction and his first confrontation with Dazai

The second arc ends with sskk vs Fitzgerald, but the climax is kickstarted by skk vs Lovecraft

The current arc has clearly paralleled sskk's real struggle while Aku is vampirized with skk's fake one over Chuya's brainwashing

In short, sskk and skk are almost always paralleled structurally, which means that even if the new generation is gonna save the world, the old one has still a role to play. Most likely, this role ties with Dazai's arc, which is probably gonna take flight in the climax of the series.

In general, Dazai's plan to make Aku and Atsu partners has a double objective:

a pragmatic one- the combination of their abilities is gonna save the world

an existential one - Dazai is trying to save himself through the two kids

Dazai projects all his past bonds on Atsushi:

Atsushi embodies Odasaku's goal to save orphans

Atsushi is Dazai's second chance to be a good mentor after Akutagawa

Atsushi is an attempt Dazai does to indirectly help Akutagawa after leaving him

The sskk's partnership reveals how Dazai is still emulating Mori to an extent. Mori sets up skk's alliance and Dazai does the same with Atsu and Aku

Finally, Dazai pushing Atsushi and Akutagawa together, so that they can save each other is an indirect aknowledgement of the importance the bond with Chuya has for him.

Sskk represents Dazai's redemption, to an extent. He couldn't help Oda, but can help Atsushi. He left Aku behind, but can still save him through Atsushi. He can't properly communicate with Chuya, but he can recreate his bond with him through Aku and Atsu.

Still, what is Dazai and Chuya's bond? Let's explore soukoku! (Here I finally come to your ask after much blabbering).

DOUBLE BLACK = DOUBLE LONELINESS

Soukoku is a play on words:

It is pronounced "conflict"

It means "double black"

Soukoku sounds like conflict because that is Dazai and Chuya's superficial relationship. They are always annoying each other and fighting. Their whole dynamic is a rivalry.

Soukoku means double black because it describes the meeting between two darknesses. Dazai and Chuya are both engulfed by black, so together they make the black double. They are double darkness.

What does the darkness in Dazai and Chuya's life stands for? The answer is found in Fifteen:

" " existed in a sterile bluish-black darkness. There was no up or down, backward or forward. Even the flow of time was ambiguous. " " had no idea who it was or why it was there. (...) Beyond the heavy darkness was a clear wall. " " knew instinctively that the wall was keeping it inside - that it was a seal. (...) But one day, that seal was destroyed. The sacred realm had been opened, the darkness had been tainted, and the outside world had intruded. Someone was calling " ". (...) A man's powerful hand grabbed on to " ", and reddish-black flames erupted from where it touched. Those were the cries of a newborn. (Fifteen, phase xx)

Chuya recalls his time in the lab as fluttering in a bluish darkness (the black fluid) sealed by a glass wall (the tube). This state is one where he feels nothing and isn't anyone. It is perfect solitude. And yet, Verlaine and Rimbaud come and bring Chuya into the world. They taint the darkness, which is nothing, but Chuya's loneliness:

LONELY DARKNESS MY SORROW, once it is opened by the key I'd rather just fall than go back to being alone Staring at the destroyed cage of this self, (GRAVITY) Slowly, I sing, "Not bad at all."

Chuya is scared to find himself alone again. And yet, he deep down wishes to go back to a perfect and untainted darkness:

I want nothing anymore but simplicity, quiet, murmurs and order. O acquaintances, grantors of dark disgrace, do not wake me again! I will endure my solitude, arms seeming already useless.

In the verses used to activate corruption, the poet gives up on life and community. He chooses nothingness and loneliness instead. So, every time Chuya awakens Arahabaki he is metaphorically giving in to these feelings. He is letting the Tainted Sorrow take control.

This is the contradiction Chuya is built on. He consciously doesn't want to be alone, but unconsciously he is tempted by the bluish darkness of his childhood. Dazai is instead Chuya's opposite. He behaves as if he is unapproachable, but deep down he craves human connections. Chuya and Dazai are made of similar parts, but show and hide different things. This is why they seem opposite, but are actually the same.

They are two lonely people, who crave companionship, but know that bonds come with pain. They are victims of the hedgehog's dilemma:

The hedgehog's dilemma, or sometimes the porcupine dilemma, is a metaphor about the challenges of human intimacy. It imagines a group of hedgehogs who want to huddle together for warmth in the winter, but they cannot avoid sticking each other with their sharp spines. Though they all want a close mutual relationship, their own prickly nature might make this impossible.

Can Dazai and Chuya grow close to people or does their nature make them impossible to understand? Is it worth it to search for intimacy, when it comes with pain? These feelings and doubts are the true nature of Dazai and Chuya's darkness. They are soukoku because they are double loneliness.

Fifteen is the story of these two lonely people meeting:

They picked what they deemed the fairest method of deciding things: the loser would have to obey the winner no matter what. They ended up playing close to a hundred matches, but that's a story for another time. (Fifteen)

Dazai and Chuya are two abnormal teenagers. Dazai is too smart, while Chuya is too strong. This is why they find themselves with no real peers. However, when they meet each other they find someone they can act their age with.

Dazai is usually gloomy and makes people around him uncomfortable. However, when he is with Chuya he gets angry and annoyed like other kids.

Chuya needs to always act as a leader and to put the Sheep's needs before his own. This is why he acts dead serious when he meets Shirase and the girl at the arcade. However, when he is with Dazai he goes back to be himself. He shows his feelings and acts silly, like a teenager should.

Dazai and Chuya don't like each other, but they are attracted to each other because the other brings out a hidden part of who they are. A part tied to humanity and life.

NO LONGER HUMAN

Dazai's skill is called No Longer Human because he feels inhuman:

"He's already dead," said Chuuya. "Quit shooting his corpse." Dazai was puzzled. His expression was bizarrely childlike- fit for a boy his age, yet unlike any he had shown before. His lips suddenly curled into a gloomy smile. "You're right. When you're right, you're right. That's the most common reaction to have." (...) His expression was back to how it usually was: lifeless and utterly disinterested. "Ha-ha. Normal. Ha-ha-ha." (Fifteen)

Dazai sees himself as wrong and thinks Chuya is far more normal than he is. Sure, he has an incredibly powerful skill, but deep down he is just another kid. This is why the reveal of Chuya's background leaves such an impact on Dazai:

Chuya: Arahabaki is me.

It forces him to look outside himself and to reconsider what it means to be human. The point of Dazai's character is that he thinks he is this impossible to read being, who stands above others. And yet, he is really a normal person. Not only that, but he is also pretty childish. He wants friends and grows attached to the few people who step into his loneliness (Mori, Chuya, Oda, Ango, Akutagawa, the ADA). And yet, he sucks at communicating with them out of fear, which leads to more problems than needed. In synthesis, the story of Dazai in Fifteen is really that of an emo kid, who discovers the jock has more reason than him to be emo.

This is why Chuya grows linked to the idea of humanity in Dazai's mind:

"You sound like you're certain he's human." "I am." Dazai sighed, smiling. "There's no way I could hate a man-made character string this much." (Storm Bringer)

In Storm Bringer, Dazai risks the destruction of Yokohama to prove that Chuya is human. He does so because if a guinea pig like Chuya is a normal human, then surely Dazai can be human, as well. Dazai cares about Chuya's humanity because it is linked to Dazai's own humanity. It gives him hope.

THE SUICIDAL BASTARD WANTS TO LIVE

Chuya's skill is called Upon the Tainted Sorrow because deep down Chuya wants to die:

The Tainted Sorrow has Nothing to desire and nothing to wish. The Tainted Sorrow has A dream of death to its wary self.

This is why he is so disturbed by Dazai's suicidal tendencies. He sees a dark mirror of himself in the other boy. This is why Dazai's sudden wish to live impresses Chuya so much:

"Working for the mafia has piqued my interest, albeit slightly," Dazai began. "In the outside world - the world of light - death is kept separate from everyday life. It's swept under the rug. People find it unpleasant. But the Mafia's world isn't like that. Death is an extension of everyday life. And I tend to think that's more accurate. Death isn't the opposite of life, but merely a function of it. We breath, eat, fall in love and die. And you can't get the full picture of living without observing death up close." Chuya quietly stared at Dazai's expression as if he were searching for something human deep inside of him. "So you're saying... you want to live now?" (Fifteen)

And after Dazai opens up about his feelings, Chuya does the same:

"Hey. You wanna know why I always fight without using my hands?" Chuuya asked as he approached Randou. (...) "I've never lost a fight in my life. I've never even been in real danger... But that's no surprise. After all, I'm not even human. My identity is a safeguard, like you said. Hey do you know how that feels? (...) That's why I kept my hands in my pockets. I figured I'd one day feel like I was about to lose, no longer enjoying the fight, but just doing everything I could to protect myself... I thought maybe that way I'd start to like myself as a person - me, a little pattern without a body of my own." (Fifteen)

Dazai and Chuya say the same thing. They both like risking their lives because in this way they feel they are truly living. It is only when they are fighting to survive that they can truly believe in their humanity.

The twist of Fifteen is that Chuya seems more normal than Dazai, but he is really as self-hating and as suicidal as the other teen. And yet, it is because of this similarity that Chuya ends up associating Dazai to life:

Dazai: You used Corruption, believing in me? How beautiful. Chuya: Yeah, I did. I believed in your disgusting vitality and craftiness.

In Dead Apple, Chuya jumps in front of a Dragon and activates Corruption because he refuses to believe Dazai might really be dead. He needs to hold on to the idea Dazai is alive because Dazai's willingness to live gives him the strength to keep on living, as well. After all, if a suicidal bastard wants to live, then surely Chuya can share this wish, as well.

ON HUMANITY AND LIFE - RIMBAUD'S FINAL MESSAGE

Dazai and Chuya are two suicidal and self-hating kids, who meet each other and realize they are not alone in their feelings. This doesn't make their sense of loneliness disappear, but they can at least be lonely together. They recognize each other as human beings, who want to live:

"Your plan better not fail and get us both killed, or I'm gonna kill you, Dazai." Dazai smiled back at him. "I'm fine with that. Now, let's do this, Chuuya." (Fifteen)

Chuya reveals he is Arahabaki and Dazai admits he wants to live. The result of this shared moment of vulnerability is that the two kids enter an alliance and defeat Rimbaud, who is trying to take away their humanity and life. And yet, it is Rimbaud's last words which convey the lesson Dazai and Chuya need to learn:

"Live," Randou said in almost a whisper. "There is no longer... any way of knowing... who you are or where you came from," he rasped. "But even if... you are but a pattern... etched on the surface of raw power... you are you. Nothing changes that... because all people, all humanity... their brains and flesh... are nothing more than patterns - beautiful patterns... upon the material world..." (Fifteen)

Everybody feels cold. Everybody looks for answers they aren't gonna find. The dark feelings Dazai and Chuya have are proof they are humans. And the only thing humans can do is to keep on living, despite it all.

TOGETHER ALONE

Bsd is full of people who are together alone. Let's consider two of these bonds, which foil soukoku:

Rimbaud and Verlaine

Fyodor and Gogol

Rimbaud and Verlaine

Rimbaud and Verlaine are Chuya's literary parents and their relationship clearly foils soukoku. In particular, they fall apart because of communication problems:

Rimbaud doesn't understand Verlaine's pain

Verlaine fails to open up to Rimbaud

The end result is that Verlaine betrays Rimbaud and their confrontation escalates into a fight, which ends with the worst outcome possible for both. Not only that, but they end up projecting their issues on Chuya (their metaphorical child). Rimbaud believes that if he makes Chuya his skill, he will find Verlaine again. Verlaine thinks that if he forces Chuya to come with him, he will stop feeling the loss of Rimbaud. In the end, though, they manage to find each other again through empathizing with Chuya.

Rimbaud understands Chuya's fears of not being human. In this way, he can finally understand Verlaine's feelings. By seeing Chuya is human, he also sees Verlaine as human. Because of this final realization, Rimbaud gives up on his humanity and turns himself into a singularity with no regrets. He becomes Verlaine's core and a proof of his friend's personhood.

Verlaine realizes through Chuya that he himself is human. In this way, he can finally aknowledge his grief over Rimbaud's death and apologize to his friend. Verlaine is a lonely monster, who finds redemption and humanity in a single meaningful bond. Rimbaud symbolically takes the place of his heart.

Dazai and Chuya have similar communication problems. Dazai is unable to be honest about how he feels about Chuya and the people he left behind in the mafia, as a whole. This is why soukoku's interactions are full of gags where Dazai jokes about dramatic confessions:

He probably has something to tell Chuya, but can't. If anything, he leaves the mafia without giving any explanations. And in Beast, he marches towards his death without telling anything to Chuya.

Chuya instead fails to truly understand Dazai's reasons. The mafia is Chuya's family and he is content with it, but it is an organization which sucks away Dazai's willingness to live. Chuya probably fails to see it.

The end result is that Dazai betrays the mafia and leaves both the organization and Chuya behind. It is probable that this past grudge is gonna come up eventually. If anything because past grudges keep being mentioned when it comes to soukoku and Chuya:

Not only that, but just like Rimbaud and Verlaine, it is possible soukoku has their own metaphorical child to save:

Q appears in Fifteen and is the person soukoku join forces to save in their first fight together in the manga. They clearly represent both Dazai and Chuya's inner child:

They are a problematic child taken in by Mori, like Dazai. They are taken advantage of and trapped because of their monstruous abilities. Dazai himself is assigned as Q's guardian.

They have a skill they deep down hate, like Chuya. They even admit they don't want their gift while tortured, just like Chuya does while a prisoner in Storm Bringer.

So, Q is the child Dazai and Chuya used to be. And yet, they both show very little sympathy for them. That is because they have yet to reconcile with the most frail parts of who they are. They can do so only through both Q and each other. Once they do, Dazai will be able to be honest and Chuya will be able to understand.

Fyodor and Gogol

Fyodor and Gogol share Dazai and Chuya's religious motif:

Dazai is often compared to a demon and Chuya to a God

Fyodor calls himself a God and Gogol refers to himself as a rebel angel (aka the Devil)

This imagery highlights how all four characters feel separated from the rest of humanity. At the same time, Fyodor and Gogol are set up as Dazai and Chuya's dark foils. It means they are pejorative mirrors of the characters. They have some traits Dazai and Chuya also possess, but taken up to eleven. In particular, the two couples' juxtaposition is centered around control, freedom and how these two ideas impact relationships.

Fyodor and Dazai are both manipulators. They are able to read others' behaviors perfectly and can control others' actions. This is why they can build exploitative relationships, where others are just puppets. Fyodor fully embraces this part of himself. This is why he refuses to forge real bonds and pushes Gogol away. He can't accept a friend with his own free will. Dazai instead has learnt from his many bonds that he can't fully control other people. No matter how much he tries to turn Chuya into a slave, he never gives up his freedom. He tries his best to stop Oda from dying, but his friend goes on with his suicidal plan. Ango betrays Dazai, despite their friendship. Kunikida is able to surprise Dazai in their first mission together. And so on:

Gogol and Chuya both feel trapped by the world and are constantly fighting against a sense of nihilism:

Even though it feels like I might be trapped, there is no room for sentiments I'll push myself to the limit and dye everything jet-black The world is a bird cage, faded in colour Even if I lament, I can't get out of this prison BUT NOW, DARKNESS MY SORROW I have not yet fallen apart So, as I laugh off this imposed inconvenience Let's overturn even the heavens and the earth (GRAVITY) Within the darkness, a shadow of a hat lightly dances.

Gogol's freedom is nothingness. It is the same nothingness Chuya experiences in the lab, before his rebirth into the world. It is poignant that Gogol uses similar imagery to the one Chuya sings about in his song. Both talk about a cage and the ability to fly away free from gravity. However, this wish can't be realized because being humans means not to be fully free. Neither from morality nor from feelings. Gogol wishes to escape from himself. This is why he wants to murder Fyodor. Because Fyodor is his only bond, a tie. Chuya instead keeps binding himself to others. He starts with the Sheep, goes on with the Flags and with the Mafia. Gogol keeps on fighting to free himself from everything. Chuya instead accepts he is always going to be a prisoner.

In other words, Fyodor wants to control everyone, while Gogol refuses to give up even a small fragment of his freedom. This is why they push each other away and (apparently) lose to soukoku in the current arc. In order to have a bond, you need to trust the other person and to sacrifice some freedom to them. Fyodor and Gogol refuse, so they fail to forge a true relationship.

Dazai and Chuya have similar flaws, but they are lucky enough to have many people to teach them about friendships and bonds. This is why they can have relationships with others.

That said, it is possible the next confrontation soukoku has with Fyodor and Gogol (yes, Fyodor is gonna be okay and yes, they are set up to fight in the future) won't go as smoothly. After all, the role of a dark foil is to challenge the character so they can see their shortcomings. This is gonna happen to Dazai and Chuya, as well.

A TAINTED DARKNESS

Dazai and Chuya are two people with opposite personalities and the same existential emptiness. This is why they gravitate toward each other, but also repulse each other. Theirs isn't a bond that can fix pain. Rather, it is a bond, which is real, despite all its contradictions. In a sense, it is the opposite of Dazai's romanticized double suicide:

Dazai curled into the fetal position and screamed, "Dying with Chuuya? Anything but thaaaat!!" (Storm Bringer)

Dazai and Chuya don't heal each other. However, they keep on living along each other, despite the pain and the messiness. They don't make the darkness disappear, but they manage to taint each other's blackness.

This metaphor is brought home by their use of "corruption".

Upon the Tainted Sorrow is a metaphor of Chuya's inner depression and nihilism. Whenever he activates Corruption, he lets this side of him take over. He goes back to his dark loneliness.

No Longer Human is a skill that nullifies others' skills and it is a metaphor of how Dazai feels estranged from others. Not a human being.

And yet, Dazai is able to use his inhuman gift to bring to the surface Chuya's humanity. At the same time, Chuya's loneliness is tainted by Dazai's touch. Once again, another hand comes into his dark world and brings him back to life.

In conclusion, double black is really two tainted lonelinesses.

[valhallie]

Pregnant teen reader x Dazai

warnings:mentions of sex, underage drinking, and teen pregnancy, and mention of suicide.

You had been taken in by Mori when you were around 12-13.You had been bored there until you became friends with two other teenage executives Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya.

Eventually you found yourself catching feelings for Dazai.You tried to push the feelings away, until one night he showed up at your apartment drunk as hell.”Dazai? What the hell man it’s 3 o’clock in the morning.”

“Sorry Y/N but I missed youuu…There’s something I wanna try before I die y/n and only you can help with it.”

“W-what are you talking about Dazai?” You knew exactly why he was talking about.Sex.But you were so young and it was wrong.But the second he kissed you all of that went to shit.You woke up in the morning and he was gone.It hurt but despite that you two continued to have sex with him and it became a normal routine for you two.

Until one day.You saw him bring another girl into his office.You two weren’t exactly together but it still hurt.You decided to go to the one other person you cared about.”Huh?Y/N what are you doing here?” The ginger stared at you,worried.

“I just need someone to be with Chuuya.Please.”he nodded “Of course come on in.Two hours later you were both plastered drunk.    “Hey Chuuya?” “Yeah?” “Can we have sex?” His face turned RED when you said those words.”Huh?”

“I wanna have sex with you.” Normally he’d be hesitant but being so drunk he just pinned you down and started kissing you.The next morning you woke up with your head hurting terribly.Chiuya was gone but you opened up your phone to find a text from him saying “I’m sorry Mori-San called me in early and I didn’t want to wake you.” You were at first upset but at least he left for a reason unlike Dazai.

       Over the past few weeks you began to throw up every morning.You feared the worst.You went to Kouyou and talked to her about it and she suggested you take pregnancy test.So after you got off work you went to the market and bought a packet of tests and took one.About 5 minutes later you read the words Pregnant.You couldn’t believe it so you decided to take another test.It came back also positive.16 and pregnant.”God how did I get myself into this mess?” You thought.

Since Chuuya was your most recent sexual partner you decided to tell him first.”Are you sure it’s me?” He asked nervously.”Well no.It could also very well be Dazai but I haven’t told him anything yet so keep your mouth shut okay?”

A few weeks later you were at the doctors and found out who the father was.Dazai Osamu. You showed up at Chuuya’s apartment.”I got good news for ya Chuu.You’re not the dad.”Chuuya seemed relieved but also worried for you knowing how Dazai was.Be careful Y/N.

       When you finally built up the courage to tell Dazai you received a phone call from Mori saying Dazai had betrayed the organization and left the Port Mafia.You were shocked and heartbroken.A single mom at 16.You hated Dazai.Even though he had no idea.

        7 years later…..

He grabbed your wrist.”Yukio!”

That’s when Hana slapped his hand away.”DONT TOUCH MY MOMMY MOTHER FUCKER!” You looked down at your daughter.         “Hana!Who taught you that word?” You glared. “Uncle Chuuya!” Dazai laughed “Sounds like him.”You glared at him. “Come on Hana let’s go home baby.” “Wait Yukio!” Dazai followed you out to your car.”What do you need Osamu?” He looked dead serious. “Yukio tell me the truth.Is she mine?”You sighed. You knew you couldn’t lie to him.Dazai always saw right through you.”Yes Osamu.” He looked shocked.He has a child.”Yukio- I’m sorry…I had no idea you were-“ you stopped him in his tracks.”It’s fine Osamu.” He walked closer to you. “Yukio please I want to be in her life.” You looked shocked. “Really. You?” “I know it sounds unlike me Yukio but…Please. “Fine you can meet us tomorrow at the park.”

You were putting Hana in bed later that night. “Mommy who was that man talking to you earlier?” You sighed knowing it was time to come clean. “That was your daddy Hana.If you want to meet him we can go see him at the park tomorrow…”

Part two???

[solunstell]

Notes I've taken from Dazai, Chuuya, Age Fifteen

On the cover, it looks liked dazai and chuuya are both balancing on strands of Rimbaud's hair??

In the third full color illustration, chuuya's eyes look brown

Chuuya's hair is described as reddish brown

Dazai saying that he was gonna join a quit the PM and join rival organization. The next paragraph points out that he isn't even a member of the PM lmao

Also, "do you have any idea how much you've put me through this past year?" Like what? I sooooo wanna know abt dazai age 14

Mori and dazai are "bound by a common destiny"

"Dazai showed flashes of brilliance one moment, but the next moment, they were gone. As soon as he seemed to have it all figured out, he'd confuse everyone by talking about his bizarre, meaningless fascination with suicide." Excellent characterization note

Mori can disarm a bomb

"'Why do you want to die?' / Dazai seemed puzzled as he looked back at Mori, like he genuinely didn't understand the question. Then, eyes full of youthful innocence, he responded: / 'Let me ask you something instead: Do you truly believe there's value in living?'

Dazai involving Hirotsu (who he just met) in his self convo by telling him not to use a painful method next time hirotsu plans on killing himself. Hirotsu saying he'll... keep that in mind.

Goodness I need more hirotsu and dazai moments

The fact that Chuuya's kick sends Dazai so far, despite the fact that Chuuya's gravity would disable upon impact, kinda proves my theory that Dazai's ability would not stop the momentum caused by Chuuya's ability in motion. This is later confirmed in another sentence

Chuuya calling dazai kid even though he's the same age

Chuuya and dazais first moment meeting having chuuya laughing :)

Dazai watches his hand being crushed quite easily, despite not liking pain. That's interesting. However, when kicked next, he does react

Hirotsu going 'back in my day I was just like you' lmao

Chuuya calls dazai: a twig, mummy boy, kid, bandages, slimeball

Dazai calls Chuuya: pip-squeak, a fairy, a schoolboy

Chuuya is described as having never lost a fight in his life while talking to Mori. That's interesting cuz he was just captured by the enemy

There's the love confession!

"'If only I'd been in the middle of that [explosion], I would've had a quick and painless death...' / 'Yeah, yeah. I'll beat you to a pulp as many times as you want later, so focus on the mission right now, okay?'"

Dazai acting like a blubbering scared child when caught by the enemy

Chuuya telling dazai to put on hard rock for a fight

Also seems like chuuya's ability no longer affects an object as soon as contact is cut.

"Even Dazai had forgotten to breathe as he watched the storm that was Chuuya decimate the battlefield."

When dazais talking to the dying man: "Dazai's expression was calm, but there was a faint twinkle deep within his eyes. The kind of twinkle a boy who wants to grow up to be a firefighter gets in his eyes when he sees his hero in the flesh."

Actually, the entire paragraph set of Dazai's break is really fascinating

Dazai brings wood for Randou's fire. Also, either he or Chuuya or both cover a draft hole for him.

Mori forbade them from violence to solve their problems, so of course the first fair thing to come to their heads is arcade games

They played close to a hundred matches. Fun date!

Dazai trying to give chuuya head pats

Chuuya is an excellent actor

At the party prep, dazai is playing playing modern pop music

According to chuuya, arahabaki doesn't have a mind or a personality

"The shield protested" dazai is the best shield lol

The boss saying he wishes he could chat abt old times with dazai. What old times? Dazai shouldn't have known him before his death? Unless he did

The mere thought of killing a child breaks rimbauds heart, with the child being dazai, but he's okay with killing chuuya? Rimbaud only sees chuuya as an ability to gain, it seems to me.

Skk calling each other by their first names for the first time (outside of around other people) when working together in a fight against rimbaud

"'Hmph...anything goes when you're a skill user from Europe, huh?'"

Dazai asking abt rimbauds final wishes

Q is put into dazais hands to figure out their ability. Q asks to play, and dazai says when q is older. I am now waiting for this playdate in canon

Also, dazai and mori both not knowing q's gender

Dazai is a cheater at games

The chuuya newsletters

Omg hiiiii verlaine

[silverbladexyz]

HIII I JUST WANTED TO SAY I LOVED UR UNREQUITED LOVE FICS I ATE THOSE UP SO GOOD

this isnt a request btw just some food for thought but how do u think chuuya and yasuko would react if reader came back but they werent exactly. themselves yk? like they got revived but almost like a sentient doll with no memories of the past? do you think they would leave the reader alone or would they try to reconnect with the reader ? again this isnt a request im just curious because sometimes my daydreams take a sudden turn !!! :D

HIII ANON AJSSHHSH AND I LOVE YOU FOR MAKING MY DAY BETTER 🥺🥺💞

And oooh... actually, I have already been thinking about making a bonus part similiar to your idea :) I just haven't had the time and creativeness to write it recently since school is keeping me very busy😭

BUT in response to your question, I think Chuuya might initially keep his distance from the reader first. Partly because he blames himself for their death because he didn't finish his mission sooner, and also partly because he doesn't want to lose them again. It hurts him a lot, but he convinces himself that it's the best decision to make to keep reader safe. However, I can see him secretly keeping a close eye on them so that if they were in danger, he could save them this time and not make the same mistake twice (Chuuya honey it wasn't your fault ajshahs 😭)

Then after bumping into him a few times, you wonder sometimes; why does this ginger-haired man seem so achingly familiar? And why did you feel this pain in your heart whenever you looked at him? Almost as if... he was a past lover you never got to be together with. But you shrug it off; there was no way you could've known such a handsome and rich man in your life, because if you did, you'd be sure to remember him for eternity ashajhhasj

Whilst Yasuko would feel immensely guilty upon seeing you. Even as you tilt your head to innocently inquire what was wrong, she can't bring herself to articulate all the shame, sorrow, and remorse that she felt ever since the day you died. I can see her accidentally forming a sort-of friendship with your revived self, but also keeping you at an arm's length because she thinks that she doesn't deserve to even call you as her friend. Half of her wants to atone for the wrongdoings she committed against you in the past, but the other half wants her to suffer with your unawareness because it's all her fault that you were gone. However, I can totally see her trying to get you and Chuuya together in this life 👀 wingwoman Yasuko for the win

Anyways, I can see both of them keeping their distance while also trying to rekindle those pleasant memories with you. But sooner or later, you'll come to question why they treated you differently from the rest of their friends. And when you confront them about it, maybe then you'll finally learn the painful truth as it all pours out of Yasuko's lips. What you do afterwards is all up to you.

WHEWW sorry for making that kinda angsty :') but hey, at least reader has a chance with Chuuya now. Just that they'll have to break down all those walls he has formed around himself, and finally win his heart that their past self never got the chance to hold. While Yasuko, Dazai, and the PM will be wingmanning the entire way.

I hope this was able to answer your question anon! :D

[vofart]

this is going zto be long

Ok hear me out they both pull each other out of the water (metaphor for the darkness) and then they sorta stick together, a little pining but also a lot of pirate nonsense. this is before they start working together and how they met

Most of this changes what i said in the first hash out but what ever also I suck ss at spelling I font give a shit

So! Arahabaki is a very cruel deep sea god and the other sea gods don’t really like them so they curse him (gods have to team up to curse eachother rare but happens) 

Curses arahabaki to ‘live on the surface in mortal form’ 

Being a tricky god Arahabaki finds a loop hole or two so they don’t lose all their godly powers. 

Chuuya (10yrs old) is the mortal form that Arahabaki chooses (a little at random) as a young child. 

The ‘entrance’ of Arahabaki just so happens to be in the middle of a navy fleet/port absolutely destroying everything and leads to an influx of pirates (especially younger). 

The Sheep is a sailing vessel with a bunch of kids on it. 

They find Chuuya in a port town and take him in. (11yrs old)

 Chuuyas a natural, navigation and fighting come naturally to him and he sorta becomes their captain but not by choice. (17 yrs old). 

Chuuya has managed to avoid falling into the water up until this point. 

But during a navy altercation the ship get damaged enough that they have to jump in. 

Arahabaki’s godly form is triggered when he is fully submerged 

 in this giant (300ft tall) form Chuuya knows he’s Chuuya and Arahabaki (at the same time) and after all these years Arahabaki has been like idk weakened so Chuuya has some control 

Arahabaki’s voice sorta goads him on and makes him a little feral. (Chuuya has so little impulse control)

Arahabaki’s voice gets stronger when Chuuya is mad and right after shrinking back down

Anyways Dazai is on a navy ship (why? not sure) 

 sees Chuuya ruining ship after ship and although he’s immortal he really doesn’t like pain so he’s like shit gotta stop this raging god. 

he tries to calm Chuuya down and succeeds, not sure how but it involves yelling. 

Chuuya shrinks back down to normal chibi size and Dazai fishes him out of the water and takes care of him (Chuuyas not in great shape) 

he sleeps for a few days and Dazai desapears after Chuuya wakes up leaving him in the hands of the navy. 

The navy is not sure what to do with Chuuya so they (try) turn him into a reputable sailor 

after about three yrs (20yrs old) Chuuya gets so fed up he blows up a navy vessel and returns to the life of a pirate.

 He doesn’t settle on a ship because he doesn’t mix with others very well and after a close call with Arahabaki he decides to make port for a while. (22yrs old) 

after only a few months in port Chuuya meets Dazai again. 

 lounging on the docks as the tide goes out

 everything is fine until he hears gasping cussing and choking from under the peer.

 He checks it out only to find Dazai Hog tied to the pyling. 

Chuuya (very  carefully keeping his body mostly out of the water) jumps in and cuts the ties and brings him up 

He has been down there for a while Dazai says at least a week and Chuuya is like this guys fucking nuts should i toss him bback in.

 He looks horrible and i mean like worse than a corpse. His pale and pruney and just kinda half eaten (literal bites outa the man) and 

he just looks at Chuuya and coughs up so much water, and goes oh look it’s the shrimp. 

Chuuyas all like we are the same age, i think(hes looking a little rough okay) and Dazai is all like no we are not. 

Theeen he conks out muttering something about shipwrecks and how much better crabs are than shrimp. 

Chuuyas just kinda sits there (his instinct to protect doesn’t let him leave) 

the sun starts to set and Dazai wakes up and just whines about how he wishes he could die. 

And Chuuyas like you should have you would have been down there at least since this morning. I told you shrimp it’s been at least a week. 

He talks about how he’s immortal 

Somehow they stick together (Dazai does recognize Chuuya)

I think Chuuya craves life on the waves

Sooner rather then later Chuuya places Dazai in his memory

They spend a couple years jumping from ship to ship until they finally just steal themselves one

They start a crew and pick people all over the place

Some members never leave and others cycle like dishwater 

Possible other crew members (total 9)

Gin (Auku is on land in this) cook dead quiet and great with knives

Hirotsu bc I love him 

Higuchi kitchen help

Tachihara alternate gun man

Kyouka intusted to Chuuya by Kouyou 

OC?(s) I need to fill out some rolls 

Armed Bar and General Services

Fukuzawa

Kunikida

Yasano 

Kenji 

Jenichiro siblings

Other

Kouyou is a sea witch

Ranpo just really likes Fukuzawas bar

Poe a Navy cartographer kisses^

Atsushi was on Double Black for a while but left to chase his own horizon

Akutagawa has his own ship

[luvfy0dor]

Hi there! First of all I wanna say that I like your writing very much and that you're doing a good job! Thanks you for your hard work!

My requets/scenario is something about the reader (GN or fem.) who is sick/ feverish and due to that dehydrated and refused to take her meds. So the BSD boys (already fed up with your whining about feeling sick and annoyed and they just want to help you feel better blahblahblah...) take the pills and water into their owb mouth and kisstge reader to maje them take their pills. And maybe romantic feelings are already in the air yet no one had the balls to say something yet? And afterwards saying something like "Swallow" or "Come on, be good" to make th reader swallow?

If possible with Chuuya, PM Dazai ( i don't think one can piss ADA Dazai off SO much he'd act like this XD) and with someone else you could think of or like to write for.

Thank youuuu!

"C'mon, be good..." BSD x GN!Reader

╰┈➤ PM!Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor ༉‧₊˚✧

Description; PM/Beast!Dazai, Chuuya, and Fyodor with sick reader who just absolutely refuses to take meds.

Warnings; Maybe ooc in Dazais part? I've only read vol.1 of beast : (, cursing

A/N; I started writing this yesterday morning and I just got sick today (update it was just allergies it went away after a couple hours) what a coincidence!? Also tyssm for the compliment!! Ahh it means the world to me when y'all like my stuff!! ♡

Chuuya Nakahara ੈ✩‧₊˚

Chuuya is a busy man, and when you refuse to take your pills, you're only wasting the time that he sets aside for you by being difficult. He's gonna take care of you, and you're gonna like it too. (Who wouldn't?)

Scenario ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

"C'mon, I'm not gonna sit here and listen to your whining. It's just a pill, put it in your mouth and swallow it!" Chuuya exasperatedly says, flailing his arms as he talks. The bottle of pills makes a rattling sound in his hands as they move around. You just scoff, keeping your arms crossed in front of your chest.

"Maybe, but it feels so weird going down my throat and I don't like it!" You say, your voice groggy and your nose sniffly from your cold. Your eyes were half lidded as you frowned at Chuuya. "Oh, and you like being sniffly 'nd having a headache?" He says with a roll of the eyes, putting his hands on his hips.

You thought for a moment. No, ofcourse you didn't like this feeling, but you also really didn't like taking pills. Chuuya had even tried offering the liquid medicine, but you didn't want that either because the kind he had for you tasted bad. You slumped back into the couch you were sitting on, huddling the blanket up to your chest.

You sigh before shaking your head. "No, I don't." Chuuya nods. "So take the pills, here." He hands you water and the pills themselves. You stared them down for a moment. They looked utterly massive in your palm and you could already feel the fish oil-y substance sliding down your throat. You gagged, bringing your hand up to your mouth. You groan.

"For God's sake, are ya gonna take it or not?" He mumbles. "You know I don't wanna sit here and waste time arguing with your stupid ass." He says, pinching the bridge of his nose. You smiled, knowing he really didn't mean it. "Oh, or what? What if I don't take it?" Chuuya props his head up on his fist while glaring at you.

"Or else I'm gonna shove it down your throat and make you swallow it." He sighs, hearing you snicker a little. "Great wording, Chuuya. Well then, hurry up, I'm waiting." You raise your eyebrows playfully. He rubs his face with his hands exasperatedly. "You know I'm not being serious." He murmurs.

"Aw, why not?" You tilt your head teasingly. "Why do you want me to?" You averted your eyes, not having an answer. You shrugged.

"Dunno, it's just...a very you thing to do, so I'm just wondering what discouraged you." He sits up.

"Well, because you're my..." He thinks for a moment. "Really close friend, and I care about you 'nd stuff..." He says, very faintly blushing while averting his eyes. Had you not been around Chuuya so much, it would have gone completely unnoticed, but unfortunately for him, you had seen. And boy, were you gonna let him know.

"Aww, so you DO care! And here I thought you were just....angry." You tease. He scoffs. "C'mon, you're the very first to know that my temper isn't my only personality trait." He gets up from his seat, grabbing the pill and holding it up to your lips with one hand, water in the other. "Take it. Now." He says, looking into your eyes as he's bent down to your level while you lean back into the couch cushions.

"Chuuya, I told you I don't want to." He pushes the pill against your lips some more. "You clearly do, all day you've bitched and moaned about your headache, your temperature, your runny nose, and your sore throat. I'm done hearin' about it!" He glares at you. "C'mon and just take it, it'll be over before you know it."

You shake your head and turn it away from Chuuya, bringing the blanket up to guard your lips. He sighs, so fed up. You watch Chuuya take the pill into his own mouth, filling it with water before he roughly grabs your face and smashes his lips against yours. You're shocked, both by Chuuyas bold action, but also by the feeling of the pill in your mouth, slowly snaking down your throat as he pulls away.

"Ya swallowed it, right?" His face is a little softer now, but still seeming a little agitated. You nod. "Open up 'nd show me." You hesitate for a minute before opening your mouth. He inspects for a second before nodding. "Alright...Jesus, that was so hard for no reason." He runs his fingers through his hair, fanning himself with his hat. "It's so hot in here too...s'not just me, right? Why're you being so quiet?" He says, looking over at you as he pants a bit, his heart beating loudly in his chest. You just stare at him, a bit awestruck.

"Chuuya." Your fingers go up to softly brush over your lips. "You..just kissed me. What do you mean 'why're you so quiet'?" You say with a soft laugh, mocking his voice at the end of your sentence. His eyes widen, as if he were completely unaware of his actions. Instead of blushing or trying to excuse himself, all he did was shrug. "Well, I mean I know you're in love with me, it's real easy to see." He says, a grin creeping onto his face, making you blush.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever.." you laugh. Chuuya seemed pensive for a second, examining you while standing on the other side of the small room.

PM/Beast!Dazai Osamu ੈ✩‧₊˚

PM!Dazai is absolutely going to get this pill into your system, even if he has to shove it up your ass. Brotha is determined, and he's not gonna give up, so kissing you to get it down your throat was absolutely not off the table. As a matter of fact, it was probably one of his first choices...

Scenario ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

You hoist yourself up onto Dazais desk, shifting around and making yourself comfortable. The soft glow of the lamp illuminating the room, allowing you to observe smaller details, such as the marbled pattern in the floor tiles. After a few seconds, you hear the door open, the sound echoing in the relatively open space.

The fabric of your best friends black coat swayed behind him while he walked. You watched him approach the desk, a faint smile on his face. "Here, I brought you meds and water." He says, setting the pill bottles down on the hard wood surface. He notices the grimace on your face as you pick up the bottle and observe it. "Don't worry, they're the correct ones. I'm not trying to kill you." He says with a playful eyeroll.

You shake your head. "No, you're right, they're correct I just...ew, they're so...big." Dazai watches your facial expressions change intently as you study the pills. He sighs softly. "You'll live, these are prescribed to help people, not kill them. They'll go right down your throat, I promise." He says, sitting in one of his chairs, crossing one leg over the other.

"Well yeah but..." You say, sniffling. "There's nothing smaller...?" Dazai shakes his head. "Nope, that's all we got, so either take it or don't." He shrugs a little. You just give him a small glare. "If you chose not to take them, I don't wanna hear a single complaint from that big mouth you've got." Your friend says, twirling his finger a little as he passive aggressively points at you.

You just sigh and sip on the water her brought you. "Hey, that's supposed to be for taking that medicine." He says, his furrowed eyebrows really displaying his expression of annoyance. You continue sipping on the water until it's gone and completely empty. You can almost see steam coming out of his ears after that. He quickly gets up, walking over to the desk, and snatching the glass from the surface, angrily marching out.

You knew he'd be back, he has never angrily marched away from you for long. You just assumed he did it for dramatic effect at this point. A couple moments later, the doors swing open and Dazai walks in, his pace a little less aggressive but certainly faster. After closing the door, he walks up to you, shaking the pills out of the bottle until one was in his hands. He put the pill on his tongue before filling his mouth with water and roughly grabbing the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss.

You were caught FAR off guard. You had an inkling of a feeling that your feelings for your best friend were requited and not one sided as you previously thought, but now you were reassured. You leaned into the kiss, not even caring about the pill that was currently in your mouth. Dazai tilts your head back right before pulling away. "Swallow, got it?" He says firmly, his hand still placed on the back of your head. You nod right before swallowing the pill, suppressing a cough afterwards.

You deeply inhaled and exhaled seemingly desperately, almost gasping for air, considering your relatively sniffly nose. Once you caught your breath, the sound of your voice bouncing off the walls as you speak. "Good going, dumbass, now you're gonna get sick too..." You sniffle some more while blushing at the memory of Dazais action.

He just laughs for a moment, then shrugs. "Well, if I get sick I won't be a brat to you and refuse to take my pills, especially if you so kindly go out of your way to get them for me." You just scoff and roll your eyes. "Oh yeah, so far out of your way, fifty feet down the hallway is an utter journey, I'm sure." You reply back snarkily.

"Oh, it was." He says exaggeratedly. You just laugh a bit under your breath, examining the pill bottle again. "They better be miracle pills and cure you immediately after the struggle I put up to get them down your throat." He says, staring at you. "Well at least I know you care 'bout my safety." You give him a small smile, to which he reciprocates.

Fyodor Dostoevsky ੈ✩‧₊˚

Fyodor has so kindly offered to take care of you in your vulnerable moment of need, and he hoped you would be appreciative of that, but your unwillingness to take your pills does not really reassure his hope.

Scenario ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Sniffles. Sniffles were all the filled the room the two of you sat in, you curled up in a blanket and Fyodor reading a book on a couch on the other side of the room. Most of the time, he had kept his distance from you because of your insistence on keeping him in good health. "Ugh, this is so annoying." You whined, rolling around in your blanket, your body language displaying just how fed up with this whole cold you were. You can hear a sigh from Fyodor, as will as the sound of his book closing.

"Well, y/n, I offered you pills and you have continuously refused to take them." He says, his face blank as he crosses his legs and rests his book on his lap. You just let out a soft whine. "Well yeah but....those pills are nasty, they're so big, I'll throw up before I can even try to feel better." You mumble, exasperatedly rubbing your face, pulling a bit at your skin. You can feel Fyodor staring at you from afar.

"Then I suppose you're not going to feel better as quickly as you potentially could." He replies, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and re-opening his book. "Well yeah, but like...well, in my defense you weren't very forceful about it." You say, trying to justify your actions. His attention turns back to you again.

"Oh, did you want me to be? I figured I wouldn't be forceful or push it onto you because you're very close to me." He says, almost as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Your heart couldn't help but flutter the tiniest but, a small smile coming over your face. "Well, I'm definitely gonna be more likely to take them if you're a little more insistent." You mumble a bit, to which he sighs, setting his book down once more and grabbing the pill bottle. He makes his way back over to you, holding the pill up to your mouth.

"Go on." He says, waiting for you to take the pill into your mouth, but you just grimace at it. "Okay, maybe I'm just not gonna take them.." you say, gagging at the idea. Fyodor just shakes his head. "You have to. As much as I don't want to force you to, I want you to feel better and stop complaining." He says softly. His face matches his words, not a single sharp edge or expression to either. He was gentle. You groan at the pill some more, earning yet another sigh from him.

"Okay." He shakes his head before placing the pill on his tongue and taking some of the water into his mouth. "Hey, what're you-" you're cut off by Fyodor softly pulling you into a kiss, passing the water and pill from his mouth to yours. After it's completely in your mouth, he pulls away but tilts your head back by guiding your chin upwards with his pointer finger. "Swallow." He mutters, watching your flustered facial expressions. You swallow the pill and water with a 'gulp' and stutter over your words a bit before you can get them completely out.

"That was really your method of choice?" You mutter, hiding your blushing face with your the back of your hand. He raises an eyebrow. "Is that not what you wanted me to do?" You rapidly shake your head. "No, no! I just...I don't even know, thank you...for helping me take my pills..and kissing me, 'nd stuff..." You mumble, a bit embarrassed but so giddy at the same time. He just smiles a bit and rubs your back gently.

"You're welcome. You're an open book for the most part, y/n. Very easy to read." He says softly, before reclaiming his seat on the couch. "Now, I don't want to raise my chances of myself getting sick, or else I would sit with you." He says, grabbing his book again. "Yeah, alright...fair." you mutter, still a little excited over the whole thing. You giggle a bit to yourself and he hears it, he can't help but smile ever so slightly in amusement.

[your-dark-angel]

☠︎︎Fem! Dark era! Dazai x reader ☠︎︎

Warning: Swearing, mention of sexual dance, insults, murder,crimes,sexual harassment, mention of drugs and alcohol, mention of suicide and self harm scars.

A little note:I had a dream about this lol

Pairing:Dark era Fem!Dazai x reader

Short description:You are an informator and Dazai came to ask for your help

Words:2K

There will be a part 2!

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Dazai is now eating at the table with Mori who called her. She is eating a steak with her fork in her hand and a knife in the other hand. Her guts are telling her he wants something from her. She just keeps eating waiting for him to say something.

"Dazai,we both know that I did not bring you here for nothing." Mori says while eating as well.

She just nods. She fixes her skirt making sure she looks good.She is in front of her boss after all.

"I have a mission for you. Pay attention." He says making eye contact with his mafia executive.

Mori looks dead serious about this making Dazai wonder how he trusted her with something like this."There's this man who owns me a lot of money. That bastard had gone missing recently as his date to repay me got closer. I need you to find him and bring me back my own money and his head." He adds literally stabbing his steak.

"Did I ever let you down,boss?" She says confident. She does need some confidence for this type of missions. After all he put all his trust into her.

"You never and you can't. We both know there's punishment waiting for you if you fail a mission." He says in a cold tone. "We don't want you to end up like my last executive."

Mori is sure a strict boss who always follow the rules making sure everyone respects them and him,the leader.

Dazai,on the other hand, knows rules are important in the mafia,but she thinks there's need for chaos sometimes.

"You're an interesting one so I am not in doubt that you will be able to do it." Mori says as he pours some wine in his glass.

"Now listen up. The guy's name is Hiragi Riku. He owns me around 10 million yen. Something I know about this guy is that he used to lead a club.

I can give you an address if this helps." The boss says finishing his food.

"Yeah. That would be perfect." She says finishing her food as well. She gets up getting ready to leave.

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The girl just left to the club with the address Mori gave her. Of course she dragges Chuuya with her to annoy him.

"Remind me again why did I have to come too? Isn't this your mission?" Chuuya says getting off his motorcycle.

Dazai gets off the motorcycle as well as she smirks. "One, You're my personal driver and two, you're the person I love to annoy the most" She says playfully.

"What the actual fuck, asshole?!" Chuuya says getting already angry.

"See what I'm talking about? It's fun to see you get angry so easily" She chuckles.

They both enter the club.

Dazai tells Chuuya to talk to the barman and call her if he finds anything interesting. Meanwhile, Dazai is going to talk to a dancer.

What Mori didn't mention is that this is not a normal club.

"Excuse me,miss." Dazai says respectfully.

"Oh? Are you here to play, girl? Didn't know we have clients into this" The dancer says getting closer to Dazai.

"Come in the back, but you gotta pay me first" She adds smirking.

The brunette girl takes a step back.

"No,no! You got me all wrong! I want to talk to you." She says a bit uncomfortable talking to her.

"Talk? Listen here, I'm not payed to be a therapist. I'm payed to dance for horny ass old bastards." She says not paying attention to the young lady in front of her anymore.

Dazai is one of the people who doesn't give up easily so she speaks again hoping she will find some information."Hiragi Riku. What was he like?"

The dancer looks at him confused and scared.

The look in her eyes already makes Dazai question about this man's identity."I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know anyone with this name.Leave me alone or I will call the security."

The brunette haired girl tries to speak again to ask 'Why?' but the dancer leaves. 'I guess that's a sign I should go talk to Chuuya' She thinks.

"Any luck?"

Chuuya looks at his partner with a confident look. "Yeah. The barman says he didn't get to know this guy since he is quite new, but he heard rumors about him covering his wife's murder."

The girl sure knew something is not right here. Of course, Mori knew this guy because of his money or crimes or maybe even both. As a mafia leader of course that's the only way he can have a connection with someone.

She already thought that this guy is trouble, but how does that help with the reason he went missing? Is there really any connection? "Anything else?" She finally speaks again after a few seconds of analyzing everything.

"No. I couldn't get much out of him since he's knew. How about you?" Chuuya says.

"I couldn't find anything. The other employees look terrified of this guy." She says still thinking. There's not enough information for sure. They need more, they need a lead.

What if they ask a regular customer?

Who is that wife? Any family to ask about her relationship with him? Any children to ask? She has a few ideas.

So she grabs Chuuya and goes to an old man standing and looking with a smirk at one of the dancers.

"Hello,mister. Are you a regular here?" Dazai asks.

The man in front of them looks

miserable. He is clearly drunk or high.

"Well hello,young lady. You look really mature for your age. I like this type of girls." The man says as he starts drinking. "I've been going for quite a while here. I wouldn't consider myself a regular though"

"We have a few questions about the other boss. Did you happen to know him or anything related to him?" She asks trying to ignore the gross remarks.

Dazai is only talking to this guy for information so she better keep her mouth shut until she gets what she wants.

"Yes, I do know him. I had the pleasure to talk to him a few times." The old man says.

"Great. Do you know anything about his wife?" The ginger haired boy asks ready to slap the stranger. He knows they need information for the sake of their criminal organisation so he is trying to keep his calm,like Dazai.

"She was murdered recently. Just before her husband when missing" The old man says.

"Thank you. Do you know anything else about her?" Dazai asks as she smiles trying to make him tell everything he knows.

The man smirks as he sees her being patient and polite with him. He hopes he will be able to touch the girl in front of him if he playes it well.

"She was from Europe, Transylvania and she moved here. Her family are still living here and couldn't afford to take a trip to their own daughter's funeral. Isn't it sad?" The man says as his gaze is fixed on Dazai's body.

"Is this all?" Chuuya says trying to make him look at him.

"Yes. Now, does the young lady love her mouth full?" The old man says rubbing his area.

"The young lady loves a man who brings a fresh one to her, not an expired bag of meat." Says as her heel makes contact with his cheek leaving that man a huge black eye.

She leaves the building disgusted.

"I'm glad you hit him cuz I would have broken his ribs if you didn't hit him yourself." The ginger haired man says red of anger.

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Dazai wakes up after she had a lot of dreams about the perfect suicide. "What a great night!" She says for herself.

She gets up as she tries to find a pair of trousers. She sighs as she realizes she needs to wear a skirt today.

Skirts aren't really comfortable for her. She has a few self-harm scars on her legs,as well as her whole body. She grabs some bandages to cover up as much as possible.

After she is done with wrapping the bandages around her thighs and ankles she leaves her room.

Odasaku walks by in a hurry.

"Good morning!!!~~~" Dazai says excited.

"Good morning." Oda says and stops.

"What's with all this hurry? Did something happen?" She says getting closer to him now that he stopped.

"There isn't really anything that bad. Just promised some children I'll see them today." He says going outside with Dazai following him.

"Is it alright if I go with you? "She asks looking at him with the sweetest eyes she can make.

Odasaku sighs and just nods. He grabs his cigarette pack and light one. He offers Dazai one as well. The brunette looks a bit surprised as this didn't happen before.

'It's only one time.' She thinks as she grabs his lighter and cigarette.

"So how come you're free now?" Odasaku says knowing Dazai should train Akutagawa now.

"Mori-san gave me an important misson that requires a little time even for me. He loves to give me challenges." She lights her cigarette.

"He sure does,but he trusts your abilities. You'll be an amazing detective,you know?" He says with a straight face. On the inside Oda is the proudest friend right now. He is lucky to have Dazai near him. Even though he is older he looks up to Dazai.

"Not if I commit suicide first" Dazai jokes around like always.

"What mission did he gave you?" Oda asks curious. 'What could be such an important matter that Dazai had to interrupt Akutagawa's training?'

"Well, there's this man... He went missing with a lot of Mori's money and of course he wants them back" She says as she starts thinking about yesterday.

She is nowhere near close yet because of the lack of information.

He notices something is wrong with the girl near him.

"Ah. I see. Money. I am not even surprised." He says knowing well how a mafia is. "What's with that long face? Does something bother you?" He asks stopping and putting a hand on her shoulder.

They both just finished their cigarettes.

"Yeah. There actually is something. It's about the missing man. I can't seem to get information about him. At all." She says feeling down. Maybe she isn't the best to be a 'detective' like Oda said.

Did she suddenly lose all her talent? She can't help but overthink a little.

"Hm..." Odasaku mumbles thinking about something. "There's someone you should meet up with. They can help you for sure."

"Who??" Dazai says as her eyes are getting filed with hope.

"Y/n l/n. They are an informator. They know everything about everyone. They once helped me too,but..." He says knowing there's a catch.

"But?" She says hoping the but won't stay in her way.

"But it's really hard to find them. There's no phone number or anything like this. Only the name. Knowing so much it can be dangerous for them to be exposed to other people." He says hoping that he at least helped her a little.

"I think I can make them meet up with me." Dazai says already getting an idea.